Childlike

Unless we steer a different life. I play the role I smile bright. Consume the perfect pesticide. And laugh at this so childlike. . Surprised I even care at all.

Chancre Sore

Casualties In B Minor

Bwomp (another Version)

Drop It From The Top Don't Let The Motherfucker Stop Cops Want The Props. Tripping Like A Bunch Of Pork Chops Don't They Know We're Loco Going Cuckoo.

Bwomp

(We've Got To Get Together. Got To Get With The Game plan. To Defeat The Dealer. That Dealt This Hand. I Don't Understand. Why The Kids Are Killing Kids.

Burn The Bridge

It's a far flung dream to die in, we can't wake up. and the scars we leave behind us. aren't enough to somehow free us. And the tragedy between us. is a mountain we can't climb, together.

Burn

Take back prone to distract. Its never been the same. Wheres your feedback. You want to break me. Are you dead now. But if you want to see it. Ill take you down.

Born Of Desire

Wait. I Feel So Helpless In This Haze. Better Days Are Laid To Rest.. Life's A Test. World Of Stress.. Who Is Blessed?. Can I Get A Little Heart?. You Know The Deal.

Big Brother

Before I Die

Set me free. Let me be who and what I am. Why can't you see?. You never seem to understand. This pain I feel. Is as real as your ignorance. Question fate.

Becoming Cold (216)

Never heard my name called never anyone at all. Never in the right at the heart of every fault. Time to write me off. . Demand the antidote to rescue this stranded soul.

Along The Way

(I'm thirsty - And weary from the heat. As the Sands rinse the hands of time. I will suck the venom from your wound. If you will do the same and suck from mine,).

Almost Gone

This can't be so all over. An end of my time I wasted. So much of my mind is racing. To the point of no return. . Drown my sorrows flood my soul. By tomorrow I'll be cold.

43

Mind hemorrhage. fuckin' folding chairs in the hallway. crucified,. paralyzed,. you laugh, I cry. calculating my miscalculations. what is the sign. for I'm choking to death?.

2nd Thoughts

I hold your throat within my naked hand. I can never hope to have you. Hear my word, I lose control at the sight of blood. I visit you through six feet of soil, bitch.

12 Hundred

Is there really anyone there. Fall on deaf ears all of my prayers. . The mother of nothing. The mother of sin. . The father of decadence within. A brother of suffering inside.

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