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The pain, it feeds my anxiety, please don't use the knife

It lets me hope, drives me to despair, tells me I'm still alive

The pain, it numbs my perception, please don't use the hammer

I know that its not personal, but I'm scared of your quiet manner

My wife, my kids, they wait for me, please don't go ahead

It makes me cry to realize, that in the end I'll be dead

My skull is broken, my stomach pierced, I snore through my broken nose

My thoughts are with my family, while I breath my final dose

As the yellow bag comes down on me, I realize this can't be right

Implements made to create a thing, now used to end a life

My wife, my kids, they wait for me, please don't go ahead

It makes me cry to realize, that in the end I'll be dead

Maniacs on a killing spree, sworn to leave a legacy of dread

A cruel swath of brutality, first one done, twenty still ahead

The fear is what has driven us to leave a life as prey

To choose the path of dominance, where we let the weak ones pay

The hammer blows erase our past, hatred fuels our mission

Pointedly aiming for the head, battered beyond recognition