| actions with no reprocutions
sex with no introductions
welcome to insanity
where all i can care about is vanity
but it all burns the same
where we all point the blame
straight into the ground
our world is burning itself to Hell |
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| The Death of....
Hung from the noose
You will take this abuse
With all the strength I can muster
With every little bit of lackluster
You told me to take care of you myself
So you brought this upon yourself
Head held high, full of pride
Hollow chest with nothing inside
Faceless and obscure
You'll pay for this and so much more
Your head on the chopping block
To pay for the lies you fed your flock
This is the death of disease
The death of agony
The death of murky seas
The death of misery
I'll spit upon your grave
But as a sign of respect
I'll keep the noose
That was wrapped around your neck. |
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| Dead Inside Myself
Dead, these eyes I'm looking through
These rusted eyes that haven't seen the light of day
I've live in the dark far too long
So I ask You
Am I at the point where all has been destroyed?
Am I dead inside myself? Is everything void?
Does love have meaning in a heart like mine?
Pry open my chest to reveal a broken spirit
Your touch is all this heart needs to be revived
Your touch is all I need to be alive
So touch me. |
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