Pour out your rage on me
Let it be released and free
Allow it to expose me
Permit it to freezing cold me
It's like fire, let it burn
All those things you wished I learn
Curling your fingers in a tight fist
Grabbing me tightly by my wrist
Wrap your fingers around my throat
Hear my gasps as I begin to choke
Empty words, lifeless threats
Way beyond that it gets
To a point where I'm released
Not so far as to say deceased
But did it work?
Did it bleed you out?
Did it save you from your pain?
Or do you need it again and again?
I'll be your beat bag, your pig skin
I'd rather it was me with head caved in
The din in your head is nothing
Compared with mine
One day, one day I'll hit you
Back over that line
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