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The only evidence left is the place where the grass doesn't grow any more.
That spot where we threw the b*****d down. That spot where he felt himself..
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This strap that holds my notebook together,
Oh, if it were to break.
You'd see all that is inside of me,
Everybody that I hate.
I covered it in he..
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"Tell me more, tell me more! Did you get very far?"
Yeah, you want to know how far I got? I fucked her against the f*****g wall. You don'..
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I am owned by this place where I do not belong.
This satanic mill.
And every day I wake up and fear my youth is gone.
I swear to God I'll stop ..
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We want so badly to drink ourselves to death,
But we're far too scared to touch the bottles all around us.
Years later we're still here, waiting f..
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When the blood runs cold you know it's too late to take the bullets back.
The moment that begins a lifetime's grief passing through me like an angel'..
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My life made all of blood, I drink, I savour the taste, I daub my skin in red, I paint the walls, I draw from the hot vain, I stroke the surface and t..
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Looking in The Mirror Now
Looking in the mirror now, seeing the ends of last night’s means. Red flecks, stains and drenches the features and ..
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I'd just like to avoid any potential cries of plagiarism by acknowledging the fact that the last line is a quote from the song "Our Lady Of Sorro..
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Obsidian
A figure emerges from the deep. The dark water glistens bright and drips from him in diminuendo. He is unnatural, obsidian, perfect. His f..
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