Michael Poston - die, die, die

this heat
this hot stink
everyone gives looks
everyone staring

im engulfed
i walk around with a frown on my face
flames of death consume
i hate this place

i plead to leave
but i am not released
i am cornered
and like an animal i attack

nothing but
im going insane
i see nothing, but i feel
kill......

im on a killing spree
im on a roll
rolling out of control
its a different story in this rat hole.

Michael Poston

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