Funeral Chic - Roots of Bad

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Embedded into my torment
Rooted into my soul
I am beaten and cornered like the ugliest animal stripped of its home
Born and bred like a dog without enough rope
I am lonely and hated and kicked and left in the street
Time
Fear
Anger
A world of pain
Time has made me a shell, Fear has made me aware
Anger has made me a threat in a world of pain that belongs to me
I am survived by the idea that I am to be a thorn in every side of creation and
every one that I’ll see in hell
This world has made me a dangerous man in all the same ways that smoke will put
you in the fucking dirt