The Callout

This is a callout to anyone with sadistic needs
Uncaring, terrifying to those in its wake
Somewhat jaded at the thought of what you have become
A sudden chill displays its more than a cheap thrill

You relied on fear, you relied on fear
What misfit brought you to this world?
You must suffer the consequence
No ill fate would do you wrong
How don't you hate yourself?
If i was you I would have ended it way before
You're a mess, hoplessly sick
Only tricks will drape your sleeve

Have you always been twisted
I've always known, you are so hopeless
You hurt you kill, you hurt you kill, what is it worth?
Nothing as far as I can see
Desperate, for a life for a heart, meaning to be
Bullshit you were always cold
Bullshit you were always cold

This is a callout to anyone with sadistic needs
I'll carry, terrifying to those in its wake
Somewhat jaded at the thought of what you have become
A sudden chill displays its more than a cheap thrill
You relied on fear, you relied on fear
What misfit brought you to this world?
You must suffer the consequence
No ill fate would do you wrong
You sub-human fuck
You sub-human fuck



Credits
Writer(s): Krishan Minesh Pujara, Nicholas Alexander Brooks, Nathan David Pryor, Daryl Steven Pryor, Shaun James Flanagan
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