Broken Trust

All the filth and dust

Piled on broken trust

My heart is powered

By your dignity being devoured

I'm in the kitchen

With a knife, I'm itchin'

For blood spill

I'll push you over the hill

Dreams of you starting to choke

I don't know, could it be... all the smoke?

You've convinced me I'm a flaw

With a simple turn, crack goes your jaw

I'll humiliate you to the point you can't bear

It's obvious now in this world I'm rare

Revenge is not the solution

Sweet death is my revolution

The End

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