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Monotone
Torn deep, deep within fiber, this feeling, my center it`s showing,
Shredding, tearing, gaping, bleeding it keeps on growing,
Through the flesh, through the muscle, through the bone,
Through the heart, through the mind, through the soul unknown,
Like a drill it keeps on going, never yielding, never pausing,
grinding away, right though what is me, what is it causing?
What the fuck is it that slices through me, an inner war,
What the fuck is it that hollowed me, devoured my core,
Is it malice and hate? Is it lust or love?
or perhaps just the lack there of?
Is it weakness? is it the need of a want?
or is it just a the memory that will forever haunt?
Rip out the corrupt, tear out the venomous spit,
Shred through your own deffence, fuck this shit,
Throw it all away, shove it down the perpetual hole,
Make your own cuts and take fucking control,
Grab the bitch of existence by the hair, you don`t care,
Ride her into the ground, life and love is warfare,
Rip the pin, count the seconds and watch it go boom,
Better to go off with a bang then watch it consume,
Load the mag, grip it tight and and unload the clip,
We`re taking the story to the end, just one quick skip,
So what is it? What`s this sharp thing in my chest?
What`s this blade, this metallic taste I just can`t digest,
Blood in my throat, pain and agony, my face in the dirt,
Torn to shreds, what`s here? Nothing left to subvert,
My vision now fades, dark to just fucking monotone,
There`s life in a verse, put it on my grave stone.
Shredding, tearing, gaping, bleeding it keeps on growing,
Through the flesh, through the muscle, through the bone,
Through the heart, through the mind, through the soul unknown,
Like a drill it keeps on going, never yielding, never pausing,
grinding away, right though what is me, what is it causing?
What the fuck is it that slices through me, an inner war,
What the fuck is it that hollowed me, devoured my core,
Is it malice and hate? Is it lust or love?
or perhaps just the lack there of?
Is it weakness? is it the need of a want?
or is it just a the memory that will forever haunt?
Rip out the corrupt, tear out the venomous spit,
Shred through your own deffence, fuck this shit,
Throw it all away, shove it down the perpetual hole,
Make your own cuts and take fucking control,
Grab the bitch of existence by the hair, you don`t care,
Ride her into the ground, life and love is warfare,
Rip the pin, count the seconds and watch it go boom,
Better to go off with a bang then watch it consume,
Load the mag, grip it tight and and unload the clip,
We`re taking the story to the end, just one quick skip,
So what is it? What`s this sharp thing in my chest?
What`s this blade, this metallic taste I just can`t digest,
Blood in my throat, pain and agony, my face in the dirt,
Torn to shreds, what`s here? Nothing left to subvert,
My vision now fades, dark to just fucking monotone,
There`s life in a verse, put it on my grave stone.
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