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Wallowing in mud

 

The soul, the soul, my life, my soul!
If all I have left is my soul, my life, my grail,
Then take it all away from me, take it all and go!
I can no longer hold on to something I no longer believe in…so,
With words of blood I spit at you; the nerve you have to call me nice!
I have never been nice in my entire life to someone who did not deserve it
And you my friend…you never did.
So walk away from all you cause and leave me in your wreckage;
I can no longer wait on you to finish your sentence; I have never been festive
And the season is over, look over my shoulder
And you will see the past behind me.
That is where I have left you and all your lies.
Go wallow in your own misery.


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