I’m an angry man
There’s no blood on my hands
I let my words hang
Like a noose on their neck
I might talk with you
I might smile too
Behind my eyes there’s no truth
Only a callous coldness to reflect
I might break you
I might want to
Watch you fall down
Enjoy your lowdown
I use the law
I break the rules
I won’t suffer
A class of fools
Black or white
You’re wrong I’m right
There’s no love lost
In a psychological fight
I’m an angry man
With no blood on my hands
No blood on my hands
Blood on my hands
26/03/2023 Sunday 672
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