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Lies
Your lies fall onto deaf ears tonight
False sense of security “are you alright”
“Not quite, but it’s fine”
my pain is such a sight but it’s mine
but might be too much for you
what the hell is a man left to do
because if I let my pride drop I’m a failure too
How am I supposed to be the one to better you
if I can never get better too
That’s why we feed on each other,
every mumble and stutter
trying desperately to crawl out of the gutter
You are my addiction
the reason I cannot dissect real from fiction
this causes the friction inside my head when I’m trying to listen
to my heart about love and submission
Logic is no longer in commission,
Control of my actions pain I now give you permission
to run rampant and free
Take hold of me, tell me that you hate me and disagree
Spark the inner fire of my hate and desire
Maybe then I’ll try and transpire but I guarantee it’ll be blocked out by fear and hesitation
Numbing it all with the dull of intoxication
Six feet under the ground is my destination
You bring to me a sense of severe elation so darling desolation come and put me in my place so I can feel the desecration and the emptiness of all my dread
Another bottle and I’m dead
Hanging on to all the words that you’ve said
Come on baby lay me down for bed
One last permanent nap, eternal rest
No more putting my brain and heart to the test How can I attest against the fucking stress
Before I feel like I become less
Of myself, I’m begging for help
False sense of security “are you alright”
“Not quite, but it’s fine”
my pain is such a sight but it’s mine
but might be too much for you
what the hell is a man left to do
because if I let my pride drop I’m a failure too
How am I supposed to be the one to better you
if I can never get better too
That’s why we feed on each other,
every mumble and stutter
trying desperately to crawl out of the gutter
You are my addiction
the reason I cannot dissect real from fiction
this causes the friction inside my head when I’m trying to listen
to my heart about love and submission
Logic is no longer in commission,
Control of my actions pain I now give you permission
to run rampant and free
Take hold of me, tell me that you hate me and disagree
Spark the inner fire of my hate and desire
Maybe then I’ll try and transpire but I guarantee it’ll be blocked out by fear and hesitation
Numbing it all with the dull of intoxication
Six feet under the ground is my destination
You bring to me a sense of severe elation so darling desolation come and put me in my place so I can feel the desecration and the emptiness of all my dread
Another bottle and I’m dead
Hanging on to all the words that you’ve said
Come on baby lay me down for bed
One last permanent nap, eternal rest
No more putting my brain and heart to the test How can I attest against the fucking stress
Before I feel like I become less
Of myself, I’m begging for help
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