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I pass bins bloated and stinking dead pigeons squashed 'n rotting on the floor, I pass the rich, the greed-infested sniggering entities dancing on the backs of the poor I pass dogs nailed high upon billboards apartments riddled with flies, out in the distance a stray cat whines curdled with the sound of a child's cries I pass drug addicts sneering and leering arms pock-marked and bruised - through *** drugs and addiction obsessive compulsive dispositions are infused ecstasy the fuel to the stars beyond to a world way better than our own; through poisoned hope and substance abuse, upon our brains the stye of sickness has grown [music blaring formulated and fascist Oh save me ground control! Ashes to ashes] for is it any wonder I rot from inside doomed to death by a heart blackened and sore? Crawling along, the carrions line up on the horizon - my cuts bleed, my bones ache, pain this body can't take anymore nineteen years I've waited to be loved alas nothing but a crass compassion that neglects oh please - please tell me I'm not destined to live like these rejects? ["I'm so happy... hope you're happy too"]*
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Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 7:32 AM UTC
Ash To Ash
I pass bins bloated and stinking dead pigeons squashed 'n rotting on the floor, I pass the rich, the greed-infested sniggering entities dancing on the backs of the poor I pass dogs nailed high upon billboards apartments riddled with flies, out in the distance a stray cat whines curdled with the sound of a child's cries I pass drug addicts sneering and leering arms pock-marked and bruised - through *** drugs and addiction obsessive compulsive dispositions are infused ecstasy the fuel to the stars beyond to a world way better than our own; through poisoned hope and substance abuse, upon our brains the stye of sickness has grown [music blaring formulated and fascist Oh save me ground control! Ashes to ashes] for is it any wonder I rot from inside doomed to death by a heart blackened and sore? Crawling along, the carrions line up on the horizon - my cuts bleed, my bones ache, pain this body can't take anymore nineteen years I've waited to be loved alas nothing but a crass compassion that neglects oh please - please tell me I'm not destined to live like these rejects? ["I'm so happy... hope you're happy too"]*
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Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 7:32 AM UTC
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