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Shallow Breaths
make a mock
of the body
You have neglected
Blood Shot Eyes
Have no sight
Hope
Wisps Of smoke
Purple Lilac
But what would one know?
Green with Envy
Of a broken Man
How could you be such a fool?
The rain turns to snow
and Nothing Grows
He Spreads His Black Wings
and a Shriek
that tears through a Lifetime
Wracked with
Sleepless
Sweat soaked and Desperate
Keep a reminder
A familiar face
Never Go Alone
the fool forgets this
Could you look back
To the Moment
Where one was so young
and so scared
To live it again and again and again
Existing In spite of, Not Because of
Just want to be a Priority
Could you look behind and never return?
The Faint Glimpse in the Distance
it could prove to be a Life Line
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Smock Faced Amoroso
Durevole di tenerezza
For old, wrinkled, wan
And walking on water
A wolf in the wool
A lamb for the slaughter
And would it mean more
If he were your daughter
This smile it masks
A splintered crushed coffer
And when did I ask, this faustian offer
They won't see
And the Gods
They kill us for sport
If your eyes could see
The face in the ground
If your ears could hear
Hollow shaking sound
Conceit of reason would flounder and wilt
The driving black hate that takes one to the hilt
Though nothing was sate
The absence of guilt
Blood wept from his pores
The indifference
He lay still on the floor
The illusion of Sense
There is No Release
If just for a moment
For a moment you could see
If just for an instant
One in which you found some peace
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Sus Boy
03:46
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Look For A
Safe Place
There Is None
You should know
Better
Than to Hope
Who's Losing
Look Closer
Simp
Pathetic
Nervous Overdrive
His Scream Echoes
In Your Mind
Now Who is
At this Moment
Looking, Looking for you
With a Pistol
You thought you could just get away?
Somewhere Better
Is Slipping Away
In your eyes
You see Someone
Someone who is
So Ugly
Someone who wants
To be Loved like
Any other
If you knew what that was
Could you be better
Apply the Lesson
Give yourself
Love
Here they are
To Take your life
Are you ready?
To Die?
It's In Your Hands From Here
You wont Hide
Face the Fear
Its the Time
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The Dead City
02:24
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All the words
Seem to tip toe and crawl
The dripping of time
Makes you Weaker
Weaker
Straps at my knees
I struggle to see
In this darkness surrounding, enveloping, bleak
and the dank smell of decay
and the rats that do bite from behind
The seed of death
Is alone in your head
That you wither
Wither
Solicitations, services
sought in the shadows
you give everything
Everything
everything, to this
Useless Creature
A familiar face
A look in the eye
And thats how you know
The next one to die
The old man buries his son
Beige and Brown
Paint on her face
But Pain in here eyes
And given the place
You won't have time to mourn him
music and lyrics by Austin Fender
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Ok, Rambo (PTSD)
03:04
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Black is their Hearts
Strong is their Hate
We are too few
We are too late
Unseen
Violent Inside
Wasted the time
Wasted a life
Choked
Gasping for air
Where is the light
High as a kite
Attempt in Vain
To douse the fire
The flames they grow
Higher, Higher
Think your life is so poor?
Think you can't fall anymore?
You'll fall on right through the floor
Diseased and Covered in Sores
Cold Sweat
Changes
Sweeping
Souring
Weeping
Strangers called themselves
Friends
Now Distanced
Patience Draws thin
End this
Downspin
Here is the place
your faith will die
but its not Time
You must leave this place you must leave it now tonight
You can Change it
If you just leave it to Fate
You've already entered the gates
find the strength to defy
No Choice in how you will die
only in how you will live
what you are willing to give
give it all and some more
then you'll get up off the floor
Defy
Choose
To Fight
There's a bullet thats marked with your name
A reason for all of the pain
A reason for all of the
moments that don't add up
Feelings that burn
that pierce
The yearn
to feel
You won't be abandoned and left in the lurch
Out of pure Spite
There's no quit in this fight
Never stay down
Ever Forward
If you lie here
You will die here
Black is my heart
I'm crueler than fate
The reasons are pure
It's never too late
It's never too late
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