A train of thought concern anger. Crisscross come to the fore deeply . And bore to shout myself hoarse throat. Broke pain yet do it by myself a lone. No love pity, I feel profound deep sad. Danger come close at hand. I need it then I can feel safe force, I need hit back help. I'll be brute guy.
What's my goal of my life, now I just feel rancor. Will to be vile. What's my goal of my life, now I just feel rancor. Sad shall to be vile. I wanna know I wanna see it my goal my love, I wanna feel it wanna be free just feel rancor, Wanna know wanna see it my goal my love. Please help me please give me I feel rancor. Wanna see wanna know it my live ending. Please help me please give me don't wanna be vile.