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Jan 2012
Tuck your tongue behind his cheek
Stop his mouth from another leak
Now if only you could stop his hand

One thing to another in a different shade
Hang yourself with the ropes he made
He’s such a cynical cakewalk

Pray your way free from his silly games
He’s a priest and clown he goes by many names
Either way, don’t listen to his nonsense

He’ll put you in my box full of all your friends
Ice cream and candy from end to end
Isn’t he the greatest that ever lived?

The food is plastic and your friends are fake
Eyes wide open but your not awake
Hero’s on his way any minute now

Knight in shining armor breaks through the air
But he’s the monster that put you there
Yes, he goes by so many names

He’s the man you’ve seen from all your scares
Can’t picture him in your wildest nightmare
Far from a dream anyone can see

Doesn’t need a mask to make believe
He doesn’t need a mirror to deceive
He’s got so many names, he might as well have none
Written about an old close friend who turned out to be extremely maniacal and fake.
Written by
Brandon Campney
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