If you wanted to set me free
Why the fuck would you tangle this?
I was just over seventeen
Made of poison and ???
Oh no, please, don't abandon me
Mother, father, I love you so
But this is happening, it's coming this way
I'm the killer who burns your soul
This is the street youth rising!
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