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Travelling higher than God through my former wasteland Skyline was littered with star spangled pariahs and the Earth swallowed the bones of the believers And for the street youth, burning rage into their skin and choking the ashes down for supper they left no shelter These are the spirits that sing your soulless chorus These are the ghosts that bear your unborn demons in utero These are the convicts that kneel humbled outside your door, crossing themselves in fervor every time you walk past These are the junkies that sketch your morbid admiration in dull sidewalk chalk These are the con men that pace restless across your bitter heart And these are the children you lead to ruin, baptized by filth and fury Wasteland, I gave you my youth The screams of the lovers I buried with you haunt me still Though the cathedral of the ghosts I made has long since emptied My brothers, my sisters, my dearly departed psychoses For you all I will return, a martyred liar, Crucify me atop the graveyard of my artwork And paint shades of vivid gray with my ashes Wasteland, I've given you all and now I'm nothing
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Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 3:57 PM UTC
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Travelling higher than God through my former wasteland Skyline was littered with star spangled pariahs and the Earth swallowed the bones of the believers And for the street youth, burning rage into their skin and choking the ashes down for supper they left no shelter These are the spirits that sing your soulless chorus These are the ghosts that bear your unborn demons in utero These are the convicts that kneel humbled outside your door, crossing themselves in fervor every time you walk past These are the junkies that sketch your morbid admiration in dull sidewalk chalk These are the con men that pace restless across your bitter heart And these are the children you lead to ruin, baptized by filth and fury Wasteland, I gave you my youth The screams of the lovers I buried with you haunt me still Though the cathedral of the ghosts I made has long since emptied My brothers, my sisters, my dearly departed psychoses For you all I will return, a martyred liar, Crucify me atop the graveyard of my artwork And paint shades of vivid gray with my ashes Wasteland, I've given you all and now I'm nothing
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Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 3:57 PM UTC
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