Purest Pain
Point blank made when it's all a fucking game
Easy to talk, when you're all the fucking same
Making sense, proving me
Spineless sheep, you've been lying through your teeth
End of days, you've lost your grace
I play God, better slow your fucking pace
It's all a fucking game, and you're never the same
But your reasons are the fucking same
Death's so sweet, so inhumane
No sleep but I still remain
Suffer the purest pain, regret's the purest pain
Easy to talk, when you're all the fucking same
Making sense, proving me
Spineless sheep, you've been lying through your teeth
End of days, you've lost your grace
I play God, better slow your fucking pace
It's all a fucking game, and you're never the same
But your reasons are the fucking same
Death's so sweet, so inhumane
No sleep but I still remain
Suffer the purest pain, regret's the purest pain
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Writer(s): Outta Pocket
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