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First Round KnockoutPure alcoholic insanity fuel the hate within. Blinding rage psychoosis, bloodred fists and skin. Swollen knuckles sunday morning. A first round knockout fight. Memories of putrid shapes. Revealed behind closed eyes.Don't come near me just walk away. Grind this life over again. First round knockout, countless more to go. Drunk and high all over, hating with no friends. Paranoid but honest, the truth is surfacing. Don't come near me, just walk away. Grind this life over again. First round knockout, countless more to go. Self inflicted horror and rage to overcome, bringing pain and sorrow to my closest one's. First round knockout. Countless more to go. First round knockout, a lifestyle headed nowhere. |