I'm back.

Hello everybody
Coz I'm back here talking crap.
Oh wait a minute
It's not crap that I talk
Coz I talk some serious facts.

I just feel like venting everything out now.
But I just dun really want to hurt no one.
Everytime I close my eyes, my mind starts to think.
Like as if it's in automatic mode or something.
Fuck this automatic shit.
Just get me a semi-automatic shit.

I dun wanna think about all this stuffs that I always think.
For now I guess.
I dun wanna go around with stupid smile or laugh on my face
And all this seems so ingenuine.
I dun wanna start to hurt people when they really cross the line.
But seriously, I have no choice.

Give me a loaded Desert Eagle as my birthday gift.
And maybe my gift for myself would be something crazy.
A shot in the head, the neck or something.
All this is the only solution to my problems I think.

What I can only do now, all that I can rely on
I guess is but hatred and Satan's help.
Maybe hatred my make my days shorter.
And Satan would take my demons away,
Maybe along with me, coz I'm sick of living.