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Driven By Frustration

I wish I were a fly, dead in a day

Never been so dissatisfied, pissed my essence away

Convince all their ignorant eyes, you don´t know me, own me

Starring down the barrel of a gun

Driven by frustration

What the hell who am I? I used to be somebody

I can´t speak, my wings have gone dry, denied freedom

If I could I would just drown you with the blood in my veins, open wide

Starring down the barrel of a gun

Driven by frustration

Driven by these stupid fucks

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