Tag: loathing
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Don’t Miss It Before It Doesn’t Last…
There’s no time to slow downWhen it’s the only wayPushing forwardFor no other reasonThen this is the only wayThere is no time to slow downI’ll make it throughPushing forwardFor no better reasonThan this is what it isThere is no other wayThat is what they saidBelieve me when I sayThis is…
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As Sharks In Sheep’s Clothing…
Crack open my own head like an eggLet the air seep out and see what’s leftDid you ever notice? Does it even matter?That I don’t want to be here either?Given a choice… given the chance…I’m not so sure if I was even given the optionThat I wouldn’t just sit this…
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At This Point… What Haven’t We Done?…
Stretching the skin across the bonesOrgans contorting to something newShe told me she wanted it but now she’sNot so sure the pain was worth it in the endBroken heart syndrome… the flesh cracksAgainst the pressure and the strainHow much agony is any one willing to takeIf you aren’t willing to…
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You Can’t Ignore It…
Holding onto guilty feelingsHow I’ve always beenSelfish by a need I can’t explainMy time means more than I’d admitBetter than you… I think notWords I say and my actions don’t matchWhat would you like me to say?That seeing isn’t believingMore lies to die upon these daysCrosses lining the sky line…
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A Reflective Place…
Not sure if this will be getting throughThe suns been hidden behind the moonReflecting light back into the darknessLakes swelling with the blood of the deadI’d like to think the time to rest is nowBut there’s no end to how far we must goStretching skin to make new blanketsDrying organs…
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Trying Real Hard… Not To Be Extra…
Uncomfortable with the thoughtThe idea that any of thisCould actually mean more than I sayUncomfortable with the thoughtThe idea that I’m okay with any of itMy death doesn’t mean as much to meAs the thought of losing you to timeUncomfortable with the thoughtThe idea that I won’t be hereUntil the…
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The Voices Said It Couldn’t Be Done… And Yet Here We Are…
Defeat is the mother of inventionsIf that were true Edison wouldn’tHave shit on meDeceit is the father of intentionsIf that were true you wouldn’tMean that much to mePutting it together isn’t the same as figuring it outLife doesn’t hold as much mystery with eyes closedBeing isn’t like trying… covering our…
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Where Does That Leave Us?…
Dancing in the shadows of the lightThe future comes to me in a visionThere is no fire, no brimstone to holdViolence built in our heads unknownA peace washes over what’s left of the bonesFlowers growing where your heart once restedWithout any of us maybe this could be homeSomething better than…
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We Will Not Be Stopped… Unless You Ask…
Closed off from my own mindNot sure what to say about anythingHistory is passed down by the victorsWhen the information was limited by platformAll the talking heads say the same shitYou’re fucked and get used to itClosed off from the rest of youNot sure what to say about anythingOpinion is…
Chewing On Glass... 