by: dfl88
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    Were my arms too short to ransom you, from broken skin and black and blue? Unstitch your eyes so you could read this forever.

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    You talk to me, but would you kill me in my sleep? Lay still like the dead, from the razor to the rosary. We could lose ourselves and paint these walls in pitchfork red.

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    So shut your mouth and pretend you enjoy it. Think of all the money you've got. And I wanna liquefy everybody gone dry, or plug into the aerials that poke up in the sky, or burn down the suburbs.

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    In the hands of someone who appreciates, from this vile heart I pay such a price. Darkness left, wings of life drenched in blood. Angel...Angel...Angel...

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    His life had reached the end, wanting only to be loved by Adrienne. Letters explained his grief, but she would never read. His wrists would bleed, but she would never see. So he took his life...

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    Burning eyes, stay inside, my fate dies. Beautiful eyes closed for good. Something I loved. I'd rather die than be torn away. Burning eyes stay inside, my fate dies, beautiful eyes.

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    I sat ashore and watched as one hopeless wave crashed upon another while my thoughts ran to the hills. My heart never, never reached the sea.

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    We can't let this come between us. Here I lie myself down. I surrender. At what I've done, I'm ashamed. On this raised platform I compose the memoir of unworthiness.

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    For the dying beautiful and the infinite end. I never got to say, I never had the chance to listen. I missed this train. Buried but breathing, this evening's sleep.

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    The organ's playing my song, but the song's gone on too long. What a day to sever such ugly extremities. "What a lovely day," says the butcher as he raises his arm.

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    Eviscerated the love I thought we had. I won't make it back. These words are stronger than the promise you forgot we had.

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    The moon is filled with reds and blues. I follow where she leads into the darkness. Trying out my fangs, she's a ghost, a silhouette, calling out my name.

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    I sing a song, a bitter song, of my frustration. I've heard your song for way too long, and nothing's changing. I sing this song for all of us, cause we can feel what matters most.

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    All my training beget a traitor, a monster with a mind of its own. The beast is poised to strike. The bastard plays on these insecurities.

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    We all carry these things inside that no one else can see. They hold us down like anchors, they drown us out at sea. I look up to the sky, there may be nothing to see.

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    On the backs of bullets rides my name, longing to kiss my cheek. Resentfully decline, retire this hated life. Without guilt I break these veins, carved with salvation's knife.

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