{J.G. Thirwell) I've gotten to the point where I believe everything I say I got a BIRTHMARKDEATHMASK shaped like the USA SEE ME SQUIRM with the sins of a nation see me RUN ROUND IN CIRCLES of bitter frustration My neckties turned into a hangman's noose, I'd cry in pain if the tearducts could cut me loose My head's turned to rust... My skull's about to split I can't get rid of this EMOTIONAL SHIT! KILL!!! KILL!!! KILL!!! I got hangnails on my hangnails... Visions of the blackhooded hangman's noose Every time I close my fingers (I) try to use my nailclippers to cut me loose My cuticles are screaming for MERCY... Fingernails are bitten to the quick and the DEAD My head's turned to RUST... My skull's about to SPLIT I CAN
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