Violent

Stop it stop it, stop it

Unnecessary, noise and loud

Crackle and spout

Disturbance

You loser who needs my voice

Stop it stop it stop it

You shouting bastard

Proving pretending trying

To be smart

You sucker

Just stop it

You know it

You are a loser

And a loser

Don’t don’t don’t

Don’t try to burn my soul

In my dream

You are nothing

But pieces of organs

I am gonna
burn ‘em

Dry ‘em

Cut ‘em

Slasher ‘em

And throw ‘em

You stop trying

To hurt a

Hurt soul

That soul may

Come

Back

And crush

Each

Every

Bone

You Have

Stop it

Stop it

Stop it

Stop it

Stop
that disturbance

That kills my sleep

My blood

Is boiling

Fuming

Heating

Beating

Each

Every nerve in my head

Is

Aching

Paining

Driving me

Crazy

Axes

Saws

Drills

Swords

Blades

Guns

All existing

Weapons

I am gonna

Use

All

Those

Organs

In your body

You use,

Try

To irritate

Frustrate

Infuriate

I am gonna

Use those weapons

And all

Those organs

Will be

Bits

And

Small small pieces

And I will laugh

On your

Sadistic

Attempt

To irritate

Frustrate

Infuriate

And then those

People

Hypocrites

Losers

And

Criminals

Who killed their soul

For the fakeness

Unrealistic

Greatness

Will call me

Loose brain

Mentally

Deranged

and

Insane

When

You made me

What you wanted

I became

Violent!!