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Pure alcoholic insanity fuel the hate within Blinding rage psychosis bloodred fists and skin Swollen knuckles Sunday morning A first round knockout fight Memories of putrid shapes Revealed behind closed eyes Don't come near me just walk away Grind this life over again First round knockout Countless more to go Drunk and high all over hating with no friends Paranoid but honest the truth is surfacing Don't come near me just walk away Grind this life over again First round knockout Countless more to go Self inflicted horror and rage to overcome Bringing pain and sorrow to my closest ones First round knockout Countless more to go First round knockout Countless more to come