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Hollow bones and broken wings, angels descending into theEmpty chasm oozing all of my failings, crimson wells up andSpills into my eyes, toxic tears a..
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ou smell like lipstick and misery, your guilt-coloured hairHangs close to my face as you whisper gold-dipped degradationsAnd some beautiful rejection ..
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Minutes tick by in a blur of sound and vision,I drag myself through tunnels of hazy dreamsThat I half-remember, my mind is a hornet's nest,Just fizzin..
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Connecting wires fuelled by dried-up desire and splashes ofChanel No.5; eaten up by fantasies and masked in urban decay,A monument to patience and glo..
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Sometimes I wish you would stare at me with those eyes likeBroken glass, cutting into me and severing my sold-out soul,I'm in too deep to do this, I a..
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Old silver scars and glistening webs, poison sparkling on your skin,I'll make you drown in toxic sin; I'll watch the weirdo worshippers burnMy code in..
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Healing rivers shot through with ghostly rays of dead sunlightLike the scars mapping dream-catchers across my arms, thePhantom remains of a pulsing la..
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Wings of destruction, droning a drumbeat of insanity,Crawling in flashes of black and yellow, disgustingCreatures, multiplying like nightmares.The noi..
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Nothing is real, we're all wrapped in plastic, your faces are brightYour souls are faded, in this light, the only thing real is the whiteOf your vacan..
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Being addicted to the candy crush game.
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