still born by Suicide Machine (me)
We are the stillborn stepchildren of the future generations.
Bone-picked, death-ringed, hated, berated, losers, and freaks all.
We are the suicidal slaves.
Only wanting to fill others' graves.
Heroic to the end.
Fresh to kill again.
Rotting from the inside, but hung like a horse.
Lose something, anything, by force.
Give me a commercial or give me death.
While the rest, take a breath.
Lose your virginity before thirteen,
so you'll really be that drama queen.
But we can all become clean,
when hate is loved, and we destroy the machine.
Bone-picked, death-ringed, hated, berated, losers, and freaks all.
We are the suicidal slaves.
Only wanting to fill others' graves.
Heroic to the end.
Fresh to kill again.
Rotting from the inside, but hung like a horse.
Lose something, anything, by force.
Give me a commercial or give me death.
While the rest, take a breath.
Lose your virginity before thirteen,
so you'll really be that drama queen.
But we can all become clean,
when hate is loved, and we destroy the machine.
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