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people
People everywhere And their number only grows Mindless and hungry
fried
my brain is fried like the french, and the potato im fried like the french man who killed his wife the one on methadone fried like the man that shut out the world and suffered my brain is fried because its a hot day it rambles on senselessly but its ok
heartache
This young heart is cracked, bleeding and sore And i was too stubborn to accept help from before Now I can feel myself dying, though i feel no pain, And i can feel my hollow body beginning to drain Every bit of energy and the slightest of hope Is struck down by ill dreams of being abandoned and alone My eyes may tell a story, but my mind has remained This fucking voice inside my head has never been tamed.
lift
I like to get lifted by any means possible. Drugs? Sure. That's about it. Unless I meditate but that's pretty fucking difficult with all these distractions i have around me. It might be easy to just...leave those distractions behind but i live a world revolving around distractions. The only sanctuary i have is my head.
fences
Just as I entered the world, A fence stood right before me. It taunted me It laughed at me What will you do now? What will you do now? And I climbed over it.
scarce
ive lost myself and im scattered in pieces.
apron
I put on my apron and walk towards your body it lies there on a cold marble bed. and it fascinates me, if only you could see i cut and i slice and tear away at the seams to find out the cause of death but really, its brings joy to me
estate
A rundown estate with the bitterness of souls. With each one snapping at you the moment you pass through the door. You can feel their eyes and sense their scan But you know its alright, you'll walk out as a "man".
passionate
Passionate about what? Yourself? In this state? Look at yourself, this isn't passion. This is pathetic, and thats what you're making it to be. Youll cry to yourself at night, and yell at the star rippled sky, "what happened to me? When did I leave?"
castle
Castles made of sand are washed away by the sea. Lyrics in a song are a simple analogy Just like Ozymandias and other kings the world has brought Your castle wont last a lifetime Your castle, will sit and rot.
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