Souvenirs of pain

Non-physical

Colour me again,"Mr.Miserable"

Voodoo that you do

Weaponized

Not until you're through

Have I realized

I've only got myself to blame

In name

There's plenty of blame to go round

You cast my name into the ground

Poison me, with food fit for a moron

Plain to see, the hate we share in common

Pouring again

Worms begin to turn

I'm gasoline, and it's your time to burn

My vengeance stokes the flame, it's a shame

There's plenty of shame to go round

I burnt your whorehouse to the ground

Hooray for me

You go back to Manchester,I will stay in New York

Now you're the queen of England

Calling me a serf

I'm given cause to wonder

Can arson lead to murder?

You would be so pretty

Beneath a peck of dirt

Accusations, burn through my brain

For homicide, was I really to blame?

Blame

Blame

Blame

Blame

Blame

Blame....

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