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Oct 2010
i'm cooking a soup tonight
cutting my hands and bleeding the base
i';m building thoughts of destruction,
collecting my own army
on the out side i cover the secrets
those lies you saw right thru
i'm not scared i have bled, knees are ready to give.

So **** this town and *******
cuase it won't mean a thing when my plans are thru
and it's not getting better, and it's not alright
and it won't be for a long, long time.

You should bury me now cause i'm dead
i feel lifeless and cold
there's no warmth here left for you to hold
my bed and dreams a place of doom
this home life is a wreak
and i have everything... everything to forget

So **** this town and *******
cuase it won't mean a thing when my plans are thru
and it's not getting better, and it's not alright
and it won't be for a long, long time.

your changeing your ways
your just changeing nothing
you just can't bring back peace
You see these bright sky's
I see them in anger
I just can't look past your shame
your words just mean nothing
due to the warming of good bye.
It's fallen on me.  my head is ok, it's fallen on me.
Written by
Zach Merrill
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