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Sheer thrills and frivolities Erratum discussions held under my control Conveyed in tongue, said again and again While waiting for the hour, the shadow stay down They dance on the edge of life They whisper a story told of prepossessing image The world is spinning, the sun is so bright It's full of hatred and doting Get out of my mouth Invite suicidation Transfer enumeration Dyed and used it for an infestation In a future, when you and I are Eating and handcrafting theory Fingers crawl across and playing He's grinning, making memories Inattentive signs on a wall Long-lost for sure Aren't I hurting anyone? Perhaps it's time for me to tear apart For what it is I've been, denote my place within humanity Projecting by my will, I've been amassing solid iron claws Ignore the rottenness, and my recitals will decay in a flash My stomach turned at the thought of the stars And my heart pounded louder than the ones I've had before Silencing cries when I get into bed We can help it by letting the demons ravage it all I know it's late, but we have to get home Endless staining and fading, these scars, indefinite Wondering what it would be like to be locked In a room with electrical lights that burn like a match Remember, the human heart Began as a vessel hallowed out to be imparted It can't be hurt, but it can be killed Begins to burn in a spiral of animosity It's nerve endings long ago Gone scarlet and white as they predicted, not returning They stared intently at twilight's face Through the open door, through the flowers, as she unfurled her will Invite suicidation Transfer enumeration Dyed and used it for an infestation In a future, when you and I are Eating and handcrafting theory Fingers crawl across and playing He's grinning, making memories All the more when we share a kiss Further, for thy sake Open my mouth and scream aloud with me Arise and the break-out Denote my place within humanity The image of a face is on a wall with solid iron claws A happy face of me; It's not a nightmare, just some nonsense My heart races to the root of my neck My lungs growing thicker at the hands of men Let us focus on getting through the day Without making him angry again My hands go numb when I think of what's wrong My mind full of anything that's left of her Let us focus on getting through the day Without making him angry again I'm too worthless to return to playing such a harmful role again Eventually I'll become the pain that everyone's abetted If you ever die, what will your memory start looking like? That's the way it is, remember? Stomach holes burning In the heavy years, wide-open eyes pervaded in unease But love still penetrates; It's on our lips, it shows because of you Projecting by my will, I've been amassing solid iron claws Ignore the rottenness, and see your beautiful, bewildered face
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