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A boy looked in a window, to see a naughty show Through the pane of pain, the master clown did blow The circus is a holy tent, the keeper of my rhyme Where I forged my chains, creating this pantomime Pretending to be normal, I wait until after dark Then I paint the frown on, get a whore from the park At the bottom of that bed was a darling in a chest She watched with big eyes, horror hooking her from rest She dances for the maniac, twirling on her strings I will make her mine, sharing damaged things I will be her riddle, she will help me grin So why does she run away, she has to let me in No...

Underneath these gang tattoos beats a heart three times a year. I'm a slow puncture death, a murderer, a rapist, and a number. I killed my best friend. Death doesn't stalk me, it walks ahead of me by twenty-eight paces. I went home after I sold my soul to the devils. I thought life would begin, I was a free man, instead within days the bullets fly and my last hope dies with the slain. There is nothing left to live for in this world. I belong to the 28s, I'll always belong to the 28s. The woman across the road judges me, she hates me, and takes every opportunity to let me know it. Yet,...