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[to_the_wicked]

---Between the eyes---

Sunbleached tresses
on a blood stained dress
a finger slips inside

The radio is blarin'
but i know that im not carin'
i got a gun
and im focusing right between the eyes.

YOU wouldn't know a friend
if you were slapped in the face
my razorblades,the skin to cut across
the flesh to trace..

You feel me scratching away old scabs
my fingers sucked in the drain and drab
i couldn't care less if you killed yourself today.

The outer world suprised..
a glimpse of demon peering through
the childs still innocent eyes.

But its too late for all that..now.

You reap exactly what you sew
but i would rather plow

I GOT NO FINGERS ON THE TRIGGER
JUST A KNIFE IN MY HAND..
still stabbing away,still stabbing away
STILLSTABBINGAWAY