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Black Carnage
03:59
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with your head's a mess, the million things that i'm worrying my eyes out
but i digress, i cant seem to be the only one with doubt
can we not come to some sort of a compromise
we talk about, talked it over, my lungs are far from dry, dont try to deny.
cracked from the edges, to smaller pieces.
back to the top, with every intention to break me solid through the ground
i shatter splinters the whole way down.
i dont want you in this song, not your locks not your keys
i will bury you, in time, bury me.
break me through the ground,
shatter splinters the whole way down
a piece of mind i lack the most
tell me darling, who is worse.
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Expectations Vs Reality
02:26
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my bags are packed you're such a wreck, why dont you just call on me
the clock is ticking and you're still picking if its me you'll see
i have had this itch in my gut, you're the only one who'll let me down now.
sunday morning the rain is still pouring, i got your message loud and clear
your lack of common decency is the only reason that led us here.
why are you running away
turn around and say something
you're a gift of yesterdays lies and tomorrow's deceit.
gorgeous in general while wishing the world would burn,never felt so right,
wide eyes full of lies, a lesson well learnt.
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snuck through and under their noses, they'll never catch us monsters,
its a case of bad behaviour, its a moment worth to savour,
a dry mouth, and a thirst for adventure, i'll dive in head first to lessen the pressure.
holding my mouth now its so clear, these are my days for the remaining year.
that chain link fence, i hopped and i jumped it, to a deeper blue,
its where we'll both meet
those days have left me for better, lesson learnt but i wont remember,
the present tense, not worth the chase, another moment i'm probably gonna waste.
now back to the scene of the crime, a ghost worth leaving far behind,
its a matter of good intentions, but gravely enough not to mention
i am torn, i am wishful, i encompass all thats resentful,
i am worn, i am pitiful, i am all thats not getting over.
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still feels like i'm on death row, stretch the marks over your skull
count the coughs while i'm awake, its the failure of being too late.
low key, happy, sail still lost at sea.
is there something really wrong with me.
she falls apart, i get her right back up on her feet
a lack of heart now, missing its every beat
times change, i'm sorry. there's definately something wrong,
taking it back now, let the curtains call it close
decisions conjured have been made, actions were thrown, words were said
watery eyed at the gate, thats the part that i just hate.
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