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Just some feelings
I see now, clearly.
My glasses hug my head tight.
I know i am right.
I am here for more than just a fight.
I am the darkness in the light.
Call me the end.
I watched and waited.
Decades of slumber, with bright smiles and sliver tongues.
I twist and turn, until reality was a lie.
That even I couldn't understand.
Now i look in the mirror, and you're all i see.
The webs paint a pretty picture.
It's mesmerizing and deep.
Let it sink into your soul.
I'll hold it and burn it.
Soft to hard to crumble.
I see the yellow tint in your eyes, and the silver paint on your tongues.
I can smell the constraining toxins on your breath.
I'd say give it up, but it's in your soul.
If you bled it'd be black.
So die already. Be gone.
Soft to hard to crumble.
You see but don't understand.
Programmed to run amok.
Just shuck and jive.
You're not alive.
Dead from the neck up.
You seek holes to dive in.
So fires can bring you to cloud nine, and cook you alive.
I know you...
Soft to hard to crumble.
I don't worship beyond death.
So hold your breath.
Call me out for being a white knight.
I love people.
Even when I'm hurting them.
Call me a emo fag.
I'll pretend to care.
You'll dance as my puppet as you do his.
Soft to hard to crumble.
Good and evil are illusions.
The flesh is lovely.
To bad your little head holds you in a choke hold.
While others speak only using their second mouth.
I'd pray for your control, but I don't speak to those that see me.
Let my actions sing to you.
I have no intentions of saving the dying
Soft to hard to crumble.
I'll hold you in the end.
Whisper the world as it is as you vanish.
I'll let you know you most likely never knew love.
That fantasy of false hope are as fake as you are.
You know evil but represent it pitifully.
You do it for a laugh.
I do it to feel alive.
I watch you.
I am real.
You will grow soft.
Fragile and begging.
To hard.
Telling and demanding.
To crumbling.
At ease, with realizing you were worthless in this life and maybe the next.
But no matter what you do there is no escaping _______
My glasses hug my head tight.
I know i am right.
I am here for more than just a fight.
I am the darkness in the light.
Call me the end.
I watched and waited.
Decades of slumber, with bright smiles and sliver tongues.
I twist and turn, until reality was a lie.
That even I couldn't understand.
Now i look in the mirror, and you're all i see.
The webs paint a pretty picture.
It's mesmerizing and deep.
Let it sink into your soul.
I'll hold it and burn it.
Soft to hard to crumble.
I see the yellow tint in your eyes, and the silver paint on your tongues.
I can smell the constraining toxins on your breath.
I'd say give it up, but it's in your soul.
If you bled it'd be black.
So die already. Be gone.
Soft to hard to crumble.
You see but don't understand.
Programmed to run amok.
Just shuck and jive.
You're not alive.
Dead from the neck up.
You seek holes to dive in.
So fires can bring you to cloud nine, and cook you alive.
I know you...
Soft to hard to crumble.
I don't worship beyond death.
So hold your breath.
Call me out for being a white knight.
I love people.
Even when I'm hurting them.
Call me a emo fag.
I'll pretend to care.
You'll dance as my puppet as you do his.
Soft to hard to crumble.
Good and evil are illusions.
The flesh is lovely.
To bad your little head holds you in a choke hold.
While others speak only using their second mouth.
I'd pray for your control, but I don't speak to those that see me.
Let my actions sing to you.
I have no intentions of saving the dying
Soft to hard to crumble.
I'll hold you in the end.
Whisper the world as it is as you vanish.
I'll let you know you most likely never knew love.
That fantasy of false hope are as fake as you are.
You know evil but represent it pitifully.
You do it for a laugh.
I do it to feel alive.
I watch you.
I am real.
You will grow soft.
Fragile and begging.
To hard.
Telling and demanding.
To crumbling.
At ease, with realizing you were worthless in this life and maybe the next.
But no matter what you do there is no escaping _______
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