More lyrical genious
I found my life was slipping through my hands. Perhaps
Through death my life won't be so bad.
I can see you, can f**k you, inside of you. Staring through
Your eyes. Belittle your friends to serve me, to suck me,
To realize my saving grasp. I of suicide. I the unlord.
R.I.P. Dimebag, god of metal
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