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Maybe when my lungs turn black as coal
all the people that I love will just go home.
Maybe when my lungs turn black as coal
I can have a second alone.
We're caved in people, our tunnels dug deep.
My friends and I hear voices when we're trying to sleep.
The cracks in the road and the burdens they keep
say a lot about this towns personality.
Drunk in a parking lot,
high on Mountain Road,
your problems will follow where ever you go.
That's why we drink spirits,
we are homes full of ghosts.
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What do you see when you look in the mirror?
Is it a thousand pieces of a million faces?
Does it fill you with terror,
or does your apathy make you feel better?
I'm fighting with a shapeshifter for control of my friends.
How could I tell you to just be yourself when you don't know who that is?
It's like a patchwork quilt stitched deep in tight with guilt.
You're so mad at the world for every piece of you it killed.
I'm fighting with a shapeshifter for control of my friends.
How could I tell you to just be yourself when you don't know who that is?
There's a part of me that feels for you and a part that never will.
Maybe someday you will open up so I write poems on your windowsill.
I'm fighting with a shapeshifter for control of my...
friends.
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You used to be a catholic school kid,
'said, you still got the skirt and everything,
from when you lost your faith and ran away.
Now there are runs in all your stockings.
And we watched you self-destruct
knowing we could never stop it.
We'll pretend we tried to help you
but we all know we didn't.
Do you believe in god,
even after all he's done?
You said, "I wanna make sure I'm not the only one."
And as you nodded off I said things like this they...
They make make me certain that he's not.
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Those calls..
They've shaken up my bones too many times.
They pick pieces off my brain, any more I'll be insane.
Epitome of my darkest days.
This rut that I found myself in it lasted longer than any other self beating unrelentless state that I've found myself in.
I hide my face to pretend that everything's okay.
I wish everything was okay.
More funerals and hospital walks than anyone my age should ever know.
It's like even though there's light, it only shines the brightest when I'm home alone.
Unmotivated.
I know it's not just me.
I've been assured it's not just me.
But who's to believe?
More funerals and hospital walks than anyone my age should ever know.
It's like even though there's light, it only shines the brightest when I'm home alone.
Unmotivated.
Mentally emaciated.
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Driving along, the engines running smooth. the songs playing in the background help to lighten up the mood, when suddenly in front of you; an unfamiliar sight. cars coming straight at you, nothing you can do and then your world stops.....
And in that split second, everything surrounding you is gone.
All the fights with parents, siblings, friends, and nonsense drama talk.
Everything is out the window. Even the lies you told you probably never learned from.
It could all be tossed away, so easily.
So easily disposable, a wind up camera and a comb.
Risk someones life, just to get yourself ahead, ahead of what?
If it takes me to the other side, I hope I can fly.
Suspended thoughts in borrowed time.
Over the bridge or into an oncoming lane..
I've been dodging the reaper since my neonatal days.
And in that split second, everything surrounding you is gone.
All the fights with parents, siblings, friends, and nonsense drama talk.
Everything is out the window. Even the lies you told you probably never learned from.
So easily disposable, a wind up camera and a comb.
Risk someones life, just to get yourself ahead, ahead of what?
If it takes me to the other side, I hope I can fly.
Suspended thoughts in borrowed time.
Look at this fool trying to be somebody, he feels superior, it doesn't phase me, you win .
Just another face.
So easily disposable, a wind up camera and a comb.
Drive like an asshole, just to get yourself ahead, ahead of what?
If it takes me to the other side, you'll probably fuckin cry.
Suspended thoughts in borrowed time.
don't get lost in the ocean it all looks the same.
the bottom is a sandbox.
and I'm still burying myself.
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Sentenced to death.
First the perfect cover up:
A model citizen with aspiration and hope.
Someone you'd trust with all your soul.
But underneath the deeds and dawww, a real shell of a man.
Tortured.
Flawed.
One day something snapped.
"No one will ever know the extent of my injuries.."
I jumped a building in the back of my mind.
and I cant walk. and I cant talk.
my inner everything is lost.
soup on the concrete.
but since I lived, I guess i'll talk..
I chopped him up before I sent him off.
So yeah, I killed a guy.
I've been oppressed for my whole life.
I tried and tried to keep it inside, but this particular guy; he just pushed me right over the edge.
I claim self defense.
He came at me first with all his fuckin slurs.
I'm not even black.
a swing and a miss.
punch lines out from his face, so I did the same.
20 years of anger and rage let out on one rat bastard soul.
One day something snapped.
"No one will ever know the whereabouts of his arteries."
I jumped a building in the back of my mind.
and I cant walk. and I cant talk.
my inner everything is lost.
soup on the concrete.
but since I lived, I guess i'll talk..
I chopped him up before I sent him off.
You ask me.. why...Why I killed a man with my bare hands?
I needed bait.. for a fishing trip...to Lake Tipping Point.
Cast out to salmon like the worm that he was.
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