I'm caught in a bind, disgusted with my own kind.
I seek thrill from watching them suffer.
I'll wind up like them, with my head in a gutter.
The sons of bastards, I couldn't die any faster.
My mind is a slum, my hearts the mayor, put a gun to my temple, I'll be my own traitor.
A worthy treason to burn myself down.
released August 7, 2014
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