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Invincible My fracture lines are showing Rhetorical As if I’m the all-knowing Aiming for perfection Settling on individualized complexion See nothing in my reflection Maybe that’s all I’ll ever be Exiled misfit by objection Marked with blood-stained-sheepskin & running my mouth Instead of fitting in So keep quiet Emotionless creatures should be cast out Loyalty’s an illusion contingent on amount And my whisper is lost while everyone else can shout Traditional But you’re an anomaly Conditional Kinda like your prophecy Or my imagination Covered in sin With that **** eating grin Turns his back on God When he can’t seem to win Swallow that pride With a side of humility Choke it down Like every Sunday afternoon I said my prayers But He sent rocks to break my fall What made me think I could stand so tall? Original Not the first or the last Forgettable Just apart of the past I’m a walking contradiction Who’s become stagnate Classic degenerate So now I’m stranded And all together irrelevant Never the best But I can do better My blood’s turned black With bones ready to crack You won’t see me relapse Unless these lungs give out Or my legs finally collapse
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Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 7:31 PM UTC
| Walking Contradiction |
Invincible My fracture lines are showing Rhetorical As if I’m the all-knowing Aiming for perfection Settling on individualized complexion See nothing in my reflection Maybe that’s all I’ll ever be Exiled misfit by objection Marked with blood-stained-sheepskin & running my mouth Instead of fitting in So keep quiet Emotionless creatures should be cast out Loyalty’s an illusion contingent on amount And my whisper is lost while everyone else can shout Traditional But you’re an anomaly Conditional Kinda like your prophecy Or my imagination Covered in sin With that **** eating grin Turns his back on God When he can’t seem to win Swallow that pride With a side of humility Choke it down Like every Sunday afternoon I said my prayers But He sent rocks to break my fall What made me think I could stand so tall? Original Not the first or the last Forgettable Just apart of the past I’m a walking contradiction Who’s become stagnate Classic degenerate So now I’m stranded And all together irrelevant Never the best But I can do better My blood’s turned black With bones ready to crack You won’t see me relapse Unless these lungs give out Or my legs finally collapse
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Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 7:31 PM UTC
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