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Child of Chaos
Insanity, impulses, sex
I feel the sins bubbling, rising
Tell me, dear soul
What's next?
Razor teeth of a ravenous being
Tear into these mistakes, I prey
On fleeting moments of wonderful highs
To fill my weeping, hollow days
Living as though I am dead
Unfeeling to the love at my heart's door
Clutching at a bottle of poison
In a blank stare, lying on the bathroom floor
Sell me out to the man in the moon
His paradoxical soul black as mine
Yet somehow purer than all the rest
Lead me into the next train wreck dead end
... There my chameleon heart will shine
I feel the sins bubbling, rising
Tell me, dear soul
What's next?
Razor teeth of a ravenous being
Tear into these mistakes, I prey
On fleeting moments of wonderful highs
To fill my weeping, hollow days
Living as though I am dead
Unfeeling to the love at my heart's door
Clutching at a bottle of poison
In a blank stare, lying on the bathroom floor
Sell me out to the man in the moon
His paradoxical soul black as mine
Yet somehow purer than all the rest
Lead me into the next train wreck dead end
... There my chameleon heart will shine
Published 19th Feb 2015
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