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- - - ALL DAMNED THINGS - - -

Fade away with the moon this morning
At the break of a desecrated Christ
Raise your hands in pitiful prayer
Get in line and devour all the lies

What the fuck? There's a silver bullet
With a fucking name carved into it's tip
And my title shines like a beckon
Shoot me in the heart 'cross the precipice

You made me
Out of words and strife
I built this
Across a million nights
You broke me
And you beat me down
I'll take this
And burn it to the ground

You tell me I'm a perfect disease
An enigma wrapped in a dying dream
Servant to your personal chaos
The voice of reason inside of your screams

This image became reality
A pallad reflection has become mine
And I may give hope to the hopeless
The devil's constantly feeding on mine

You made me
Out of words and strife
I built this
Across a million nights
You broke me
And you beat me down
I'll take this
And burn it to the ground

All damned things
Call Hell Home

Dare me to dance with this bullet
I thank my scars for haunting melodies
Taste the sacrifice of sanity
In lucid dreams that perform tragedies

You can tell me I'm the poisoned well
My infernal ink fight the tears away
I give you my heart til it's empty
That's why I come off distant and depraved

You made me
Out of words and strife
I built this
Across a million nights
You broke me
And you beat me down
I'll take this
And burn it to the ground

(c) 2016 Frank Green