Die. Dissonance, die.
I'm so happy, I could cry.
This open cage, I stay within.
This infidel scolds his sin.
I want to be a tragedy,
Without their hurt.
I want to be clean,
I want to roll in the dirt.
Held in two, I must shred.
Held in two, I regret.
It is here I forever bide,
It is here I am fit to be tied.
I want the smoke to consume me whole.
Yet, I suffer without total control.
Apr 3, 2013
Apr 3, 2013 at 11:16 AM UTC
Die. Dissonance, die.
I'm so happy, I could cry.
This open cage, I stay within.
This infidel scolds his sin.
I want to be a tragedy,
Without their hurt.
I want to be clean,
I want to roll in the dirt.
Held in two, I must shred.
Held in two, I regret.
It is here I forever bide,
It is here I am fit to be tied.
I want the smoke to consume me whole.
Yet, I suffer without total control.
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