Vain days,
Inane nights…
Crashed hopes, stealth lights,
Useless sights.
And I feel angry, young and cold -
It’ll kill me when I grow too old.
And I feel power, hate and life -
I’ll kill you when you count to five.
Damn school -
Waste of time!
With fools inside…
Just like zoo.
Fixed thought -
What’s the point?
Of every case?
Point to point?
And I feel angry, young and cold -
It’ll kill me when I grow too old.
And I feel power, hate and life -
I’ll kill you when you count to five.
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