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Beautiful Broken Whore
a familiar pain kept locked away safe
a misleading face to everyone i wear
tucked inside waiting to explode
patiently slumbering for the perfect time
my selfishness, my loves, my fears
all reflect my pensive side
robbing the hearts secrets blind...
behind the wall entombed in stone
my heart and soul and so much more
a gentle rapping then a loud tapping
a thudding, pounding so intense
but ignored that much more
flooding through gray hauntings
precission cut dreams and fantasies...
kept at bay under shackle and chain
should i let them out to play?
trying to flee my insanity
running from all the evils i keep
i am always hiding
from everything in front of me
dwelling in the shadows of the past...
as life comes creeping in
i live in a deafing seclusion
away from all who know me
tell me what i should do?
singing the song of Lenore
burying the love and pain within my core
for Nevermore...
can you hear that beat
that steady unnerving rapping
such a heavy tapping
in every corner of my memory
hush, listen to that thud
can you hear them coming
i'm so sick of running...
a misleading face to everyone i wear
tucked inside waiting to explode
patiently slumbering for the perfect time
my selfishness, my loves, my fears
all reflect my pensive side
robbing the hearts secrets blind...
behind the wall entombed in stone
my heart and soul and so much more
a gentle rapping then a loud tapping
a thudding, pounding so intense
but ignored that much more
flooding through gray hauntings
precission cut dreams and fantasies...
kept at bay under shackle and chain
should i let them out to play?
trying to flee my insanity
running from all the evils i keep
i am always hiding
from everything in front of me
dwelling in the shadows of the past...
as life comes creeping in
i live in a deafing seclusion
away from all who know me
tell me what i should do?
singing the song of Lenore
burying the love and pain within my core
for Nevermore...
can you hear that beat
that steady unnerving rapping
such a heavy tapping
in every corner of my memory
hush, listen to that thud
can you hear them coming
i'm so sick of running...
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