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When I Failed
Decide everything for me. Subject yourself to it. Make believe it's only your fault. Stifle my own. Ambition. It's been so long since I failed. Nothing alienates this.
What
Your mom didn't tell you. You'd have nothing to say. Shut the fuck up bitch. In a poisoned state. While the rapist behind you. Is whispering your name.
We Believe
I know this much. I cant stand me. when I become him. I know this much. I dont feel free. when Im repentant. tell him this much. you dont want him. due to extra skin.
Walk Away
Money is hate. So love me now. While I'm still unimportant enough to be. I will prove myself. An absence of shadow. I will never be what you don't deserve.
To Taste Acid
The crowd did move. Was it live. The course it took. Was it right. The crown I wore. Was it mine. The lips that lie. Is it true. The lace that tears. Is it skin.
To Be Me
Have you any idea. What it's like to be me. Watching you succeed and move forward. All my wasted time, tensing in anticipation. My thought process. Full grown and worthless.
Take What I've Taken
This most unwitting occurrence. Is indeed about you. So take it. Or chalk it up. All the others before me. Can give what I doubt. . Take what I've taken.
Sung For The Suspect
I can still watch those eyes. crawling over her dress until. I could show you everything. but I dont have to hear the words. cause I already feel your thoughts.
Stature
Beautiful disease. Trying to stop those fleas. Resist complacences. For what you seize. Sinister laughing in back corners of my mind. Provides my sustinence.
Song For The Suspect
I can still watch those eyes. Crawling over her dress until. I could show you everything. But I don't have to hear the words. Cause I already feel your thoughts.
Shutdown
the trait that is still. left on the killing floor for you. that smile as he still. itches for killing more of you. the taste as he still. catches me lasting to it.
Sell
No sense of self. To balance it off. Preconceived notions of something. Everyones gone. Will I show up. With all that I have to give. Would you consider it a gift.
Self
Artist: American Head Charge. Song: Self. . No sense of self. To balance it off. . Preconceived notions of something. That everyones gone. . Will I show up.
Seamless
stink filled spasms. deep in a colostomy bag. I like being trapped inside. the plastics wearing out. red and perfect her legs. spread out in front of me.
Ridicule
Ridicule my own. So precious alone. These faces of everyone. Remind me of home. You're plotting riddled sin. All my needs giving in. Blow me a kiss and leave me to the dogs.
Real Life
I breed you dragging away. Those few lost, already rotten. The scabbed and prickly lips swarming all over my body. Overshadows the clean on my hands while my neck twitches.
Reach And Touch
Ive seen it turn from white to red. Ive heard you talk about how. you bleed and it doesnt mean shit. until I see some action a hint of. rose and a mountain of garbage.
Pushing The Envelope
an overwhelming understanding. of chaos brings you to your knees. impurities make me the way I am. the dirt in my veins. the games on my thoughts. the stains on your face.
Pretty Face
Play your games with my limp joints. Idolize it's wet paper skin. Listen to the cast preach your life. And infest you with disease. Dress me up with a three piece tourniquet.
Pledge Allegiance
We're just the braces amidst. These selfish trials and fits. Not so safe or scared or dumb is the rest. Our unravelling has just. Enough of it here to be.
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