30 Grit Slurry Fused Wrist
Hidden fears
Come from years
Of never having a choice
Violent hate
Come from years
Of never having a voice
And now it's time
To open up and scream
At life
I'll beat you like you beat me
When I was born
And you know I will
I wont get frustrated
Life will soon be gold
Hidden in
My fused wrist
Is the source
Of pain
Shackled by
Angry fists
That beat against the grain
And now it's time
To open up and scream
At life
I'll beat you like you beat me
When I was born
And you know I will
I wont get frustrated
Life will soon be gold
Wretched gift
Midas touch
Barely able
To hold
Ya you're the
Alchemist
Awkward touch
Change that course to gold
And now it's time
To open up and scream
At life
I'll f..ck you like you f..cked me
When I was born
And you know I will
I wont get frustrated
Life will soon be gold
