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8 Foot Sativa Hate Made Me

fear of life it's fucking worth dying Even though its all in the head I keep on wishing i was just dead Pain is real Misery i feel Hate made me I can

That keeps controlling my life And all the things in my head I can't take anymore just take it anyway Always the same deal More and more that I feel It shows me

Something inside is taking my life Can't kepp on going like this All of the time there was no kind That could make you believe in what is true Come

Danger on your doorstep, get the red carpet out Get the floor swept, turn the volume to full Feel the adrenalin pull prepare to break every rule Just

hardest part I've tried to forget, It continues to haunt me Things start to scare me What lies beneath me While hiding inside a dark room is starts to maraud me

It's like a walk in the dark And then there's one remark and knowing that you're gona die Someone behind is gona take your life And you keep wondering

on call, place your orders, smash the boarders That divide us all, its that chunky sound transporters Axing down the wall getting people high sativa Eight