Born on wicked, among pain
You are rotten, host of rejection
Evil inside, will never die
Hate and misery, sadness along
False!
You're a fruit, from a black flower
Open wounds in your sick mind
Fool!
You're a fruit putrid and stinky
Destiny of you leprosy and cancer
Empty eyes looking
Your black heart pumping the poison
Feeding yourself swallow thesap
You try to be free, fool, just fall
From your branch
You're a fruit of poisoness tree
I am the seed
Fruit from a black flower
I am the seed
You're a fruit of poisoness tree
I am the seed
Putrid and stinky
Fucking
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