East Hell

from We Owe Ourselves This by Relics

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What the fuck is this shaking, ugly, need for recompense?
Why?
This rage takes a hold of me.
Like the air in my lungs.
This is what it has to be.
And this cannot pass.
This won't pass.
This is you. It's you. This is you.
So fuck my words. Cross me.
I will fucking kill you all.
And you cannot stop me.
I need this now.
The one time I don't want control.

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from We Owe Ourselves This, released July 1, 2009

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