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Blinded By Our SkinWe believe in fairy tales till our coffins have nailsAnd we can't make sense of our world until it failsWe are being divided instea..
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Paranoid, Closing in!Walls surround, Peal your skin!Creeping death, Pace the stalls!Silence moves, through these halls!Take a breath, hold your tongue..
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A song about being broken down, picking up the pieces that are left and moving on triumphant, but...
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The phony, the fake, you made a mistakeNow it's all right there on the pageYour white canvas, covered in blackA brush stroke you can never take backB..
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To take in slowly a fine work of artA poem, a glass of winePenmanship on the pageTo feast on the flaws with unclothed eyesCause their demiseMake bett..
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Of course, the particular poet I was channeling in this one should be obvious.
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A heart as dark and stark as nightIn search of fear and dread and frightTo find a love of all things deathTo take away her vapid breath A blackened s..
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Twenty-Fifteen, the year to be seenDoing what you wish you had doneIn the years passed by, our lives gone awryWe started wars that couldn't be wonIn t..
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In that direction, just north of lost
Past the point of forgetting the cost
He walks alone, into the fire, to burn away, his only desire
He stood..
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Just something different.
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