Blood on the floor.Justified, recognize.I want everyone dead. Ritalin, holding it, holding it, losing it.Blood on the dance floor.Force feeding, you`re bleeding.A cut as deep as bone.You bet your life you`re pacified.Blood on the dance floor.Fuck off, fuck off, your sarcasm can fuck off.Fuck off, fuck off, your cynicism can fuck off.Fuck off, fuck off, all of you can fuck off.
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