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it's a melancholy sadness and it grips hold of my joints with steel chains and i am bolted bound to internal torment like a sadist playing sadist tricks oh i am bemused wrap me in cotton wool and sing to me nursery rhymes or tragic blackened symphonies melancholy melodies / mad and misused play the piano on my ribcage and sing your sadist tunes this little rib went crack crack crack everything in the room faded to black, black, black what a bitter hymn oh and there is nothing holy about this beetroot is red because you beat the root of me dead so tell me where is your god? i think i set him on fire with the acid in my chest my blood is scathing / possessed i drew a cross on his forehead with what i had left monsters are manufactured; a product, you see a deformed social escapee non-conformist unmoral idiosyncrasies laboratory rats setting the world on fire with gasoline and dynamite study the ill mind of a structureless parasite understand that monsters are manufactured, and they were once just like you
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Jan 26, 2017
Jan 26, 2017 at 11:53 PM UTC
MONSTERS PT. 2
it's a melancholy sadness and it grips hold of my joints with steel chains and i am bolted bound to internal torment like a sadist playing sadist tricks oh i am bemused wrap me in cotton wool and sing to me nursery rhymes or tragic blackened symphonies melancholy melodies / mad and misused play the piano on my ribcage and sing your sadist tunes this little rib went crack crack crack everything in the room faded to black, black, black what a bitter hymn oh and there is nothing holy about this beetroot is red because you beat the root of me dead so tell me where is your god? i think i set him on fire with the acid in my chest my blood is scathing / possessed i drew a cross on his forehead with what i had left monsters are manufactured; a product, you see a deformed social escapee non-conformist unmoral idiosyncrasies laboratory rats setting the world on fire with gasoline and dynamite study the ill mind of a structureless parasite understand that monsters are manufactured, and they were once just like you
THEY'RE EVERYWHERE
#sin#depression#life#dark#rhyme#deep#monsters#sadist#godless#unholy
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Jan 26, 2017
Jan 26, 2017 at 11:53 PM UTC
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