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If You Don't Like What You See In the Mirror

Slit my throat
And gouge out my eyes out
Let this world shrivel up
And die

Like a rose that withers
While the weeds survives
It's all souring
And wasting away

Let the impurities
Bleed out of the veins
Of this society

Let the undesirables
Be spat on and left behind
In the dust

But then everything is the same
So what's the point of seeing
What's the point of hearing
When the music doesn't play
What's the point of living
When nothing ever changes

Slit my throat
And gouge out my eyes
Let this world wither
And die

And out of the ashes
Of a life destroyed
Let something worthwhile
Arise