The Shape

Silverlake Murder

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Hurt again, lost again?
Not much you can do when I'm coming from every direction
It is my guilty pleasure
Hunting you down like a motherfucking lethal injection

It is my drive, my itch, my passion
To take the life you call your own
Trapped inside a box of glass
Your fragility is showing
The perfect prey for a hungry heart

The only time you'll feel safe
Is when you’re buried six feet deep

The cycle of terror does not end here
Welcome to your eternity

When everything goes dark
And the silence grows, leaving its bloody mark
Trapped beneath the earth
You'll still feel me breathe down your fucking spine
You're done

Leave me alone

I can't sleep at night
With these thoughts lingering inside my mind
I can't quiet the voices
They force me to listen, over and over again
I fucking hate what I've become

I hate what I've become
I hate what I've become
I hate what I've become
I hate what I've fucking become

I'm fucking sick
Sick

I hate what I've fucking become
I hate what I've become