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The sweet sweet pain Is a luxury still In this world so vain Will you stand still? To feel the cut Deep in the flesh Taste the blood so hot So metallic and zest Will you let it slip? The blade in your hand? Will you have death’s grip, Cut your life like flowing sand? Will you still be happy? If you have all but burnt up Will you ever sing to me? The Art of Giving Up So that one day When I will stand still And my world in disarray For the pain I want to **** So that we may join together In a place of bliss and comfort In a place full of sweet laughter In a place... Just in a place... Where we won’t let ourselves falter Where we stood forth And never our lives not matter For I am but a human Born of the world of lies Of pretentious showmen Where law of nature he denies For we are all but humans Born of greed and lust Everyone a monetizing businessman Indeed we lost our faith and trust In humanity we all but despaired The kindness we lost in the waves Can it not be repaired? The hearts we blackened, we foolish slaves Yet we still sing And our heart still pain bring For we are but kings In a kingdom of broken things
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May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 11:03 PM UTC
Humans (The Art of Giving Up)
The sweet sweet pain Is a luxury still In this world so vain Will you stand still? To feel the cut Deep in the flesh Taste the blood so hot So metallic and zest Will you let it slip? The blade in your hand? Will you have death’s grip, Cut your life like flowing sand? Will you still be happy? If you have all but burnt up Will you ever sing to me? The Art of Giving Up So that one day When I will stand still And my world in disarray For the pain I want to **** So that we may join together In a place of bliss and comfort In a place full of sweet laughter In a place... Just in a place... Where we won’t let ourselves falter Where we stood forth And never our lives not matter For I am but a human Born of the world of lies Of pretentious showmen Where law of nature he denies For we are all but humans Born of greed and lust Everyone a monetizing businessman Indeed we lost our faith and trust In humanity we all but despaired The kindness we lost in the waves Can it not be repaired? The hearts we blackened, we foolish slaves Yet we still sing And our heart still pain bring For we are but kings In a kingdom of broken things
When it feels like all is lost
#pain#humanity#humans
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May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 11:03 PM UTC
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