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Frustration has led to Hate

A quiet walk down Mill road

Clear my head with air

Cleanse this body of fear.

At the Shoal waters edge

Skimming stones in my head

Stumbled home more than once

Returning from an ounce

You’re sitting under the gun

Don’t fucking cross my line

Of blood and medicine

Where the cure fits the time

You’re mine, you’re mine (x2)

Back to the breeding place of Hate

Stubborn men pushing buttons again

Throw stones, and Jesus in vain

Control the fear, endure the pain

And to follow suffering

The loss of sobriety

And back to this place

That has brought out this taste.

You’re mine, still mine (x2)

Abuse has brought out this Hate

The pure fear of leaving

Those who note existence

Regardless of the reason

At the waters edge

Of sure ignorance

Remain hateful thoughts bleeding

The blood of fear and beatings

You’re mine, still mine,

blood’s mine, still mine