twisted demise and a whole lot of bullshit. fake shit, this shit, i'm tired of this hate shit. double fisting battery these words are apart of me and i'm tired of the mixed up drama that is trying to consume me, all of me. i just won't have it. throwing in the towel to your communal disagreement, there is no flattery and for that we have become a tradegy to the world, staining my pupils with such insanity. The bashing, the screaming, isn't going to solve a thing, your increase in decibiles isnt changing anything. your cold metal pieces aren't bringing us peace and the fire you're spreading is nothing but hate, it isn't keep me warm or shedding much needed light for it's making everything darker and for that i despite. upset and angry people are swelling with such guilt and yet they go on to penetrate silk with knives, cutting the wings off tiny little butterflies. raging fists of furry and a entire population all in a hurry. watching over our shoulders to make everything right? is there enough blood yet to right our wrongs or is this song going to be on replay for very long, it's beginning to skip and the batteries are dyeing, this song is over played and all we hear now is the crying. switching the cheek and recognizing safe streets, have we strayed too far to ever retreat? are we moving in circles or are we simply peddling right back, the heat from the fire is scorching my membrane and i sincerely think it's driving me insane.
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