Lies, the root of truth

bleed out

the crimson that stains

won't wash out

can't complain

leave me here

on fake tile

still convulsing

for a while

pain, pain

is going to stay

until you--

make it go away

I can't help me

neither can you

oh here it comes,

here comes the blues

it sticks, it stains

red and true

brown and purple

green and blue

hold me tight

intertwine my veins

keep the pressure

so my heart stays

home is where

your heart is

mine is not

where it fits

confused,

on what was so true

just me and you

now I haven't got a clue

I am lost

when I'm

with

you

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