Everybody wants to kill me,
but no one wants to thrill me.
People want to crush my skull,
condemn my soul to rot in hell.
Break my knees, ignore my pleas,
steal my money, lock me up and destroy the keys.
Humiliate me and laugh, drown my hope and me in the bath.
I don't really know why.
I am a gentle soul.
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