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DreaM DaMageD
twisted new reaSons/ twisTed new tricks)
DreaM DaMageD tongue bitten sScare tactic sSick)
)You break the hanDs/ while i kill the ticks/
then we;ll throw;em outta winDow & sSay that Time sSlipped...
((sSTOP the tesT!)) it;s tiMe to sSubmit)
a beTter explanaTion of where the tiMe wenT..?
weren;t you the one who made up a remedy)
of replicating frienDs of Hatred & filling them with sSympathy),')
well/ In my mind i can be who i want to be/
be the best friend or the end of my enemy/
a ghost in a sShell in a Government conspiracy)
a Dot Matrix hacKeD virtual Identity/
in a High Definition 4d Mentality/
battling the Dead/ the clones/ Reality...
Noir in the air /Lust like it;s sS!N City/
with nowHere to compare who has the most piTty/
& Love like it;s lost / but not like it;s Envy)
then Fight for whats right untill Death comes to get me,')
with a mechaniZed laughter/ proVoked throat choking inTent/
trying to find the pieCes that neVer make sSince.?
now we;re fire benDing/ & all of Hells benT}
to chemically outline where the Gods wenT)
lets conFess/ hey Kings whats your anSwer..?
sStarting the Apocalypse with a cuRious type of Cancer/
Remnants of sSentiment/ with meMorys irreleVant
((BooM)) goes LoVe like ouch! there;s the evidence)
DreaM DaMageD tongue bitten sScare tactic sSick)
)You break the hanDs/ while i kill the ticks/
then we;ll throw;em outta winDow & sSay that Time sSlipped...
((sSTOP the tesT!)) it;s tiMe to sSubmit)
a beTter explanaTion of where the tiMe wenT..?
weren;t you the one who made up a remedy)
of replicating frienDs of Hatred & filling them with sSympathy),')
well/ In my mind i can be who i want to be/
be the best friend or the end of my enemy/
a ghost in a sShell in a Government conspiracy)
a Dot Matrix hacKeD virtual Identity/
in a High Definition 4d Mentality/
battling the Dead/ the clones/ Reality...
Noir in the air /Lust like it;s sS!N City/
with nowHere to compare who has the most piTty/
& Love like it;s lost / but not like it;s Envy)
then Fight for whats right untill Death comes to get me,')
with a mechaniZed laughter/ proVoked throat choking inTent/
trying to find the pieCes that neVer make sSince.?
now we;re fire benDing/ & all of Hells benT}
to chemically outline where the Gods wenT)
lets conFess/ hey Kings whats your anSwer..?
sStarting the Apocalypse with a cuRious type of Cancer/
Remnants of sSentiment/ with meMorys irreleVant
((BooM)) goes LoVe like ouch! there;s the evidence)
Published 29th Sep 2013
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