My Deed

This music beats loud in my ears

This knife feels cold in my hands

Blood stains the concrete

This act stains my record

I am labled crazy as i dance around the gasping soul

Laughing i take another life

Cops are asking "Does he have a soul?"

"Does he even know?"

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