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I wonder where I’ll be when you come down... Could you even think to speak? To explain the actions behind such a disastrous act With the words that I speak They are held on my tongue                                                              I should have ripped his head off Watch the blood from my eyes slide down inside and fill you up with the irony ironic blood that you chose                                                                           So when the door is closed and you can’t go back                                                        Smile loud and sing out somehow to somewhere out of town                                                                                   to the distant lands of my youth and re birth This is your brain without me                                                   Rotten to the stem                                                   The core is empty Tattoo your ******* face and lose your job that was never there Turn around click undo but don’t forget them there they held you up once She did find me in the wicked night Sinning about the city Living in and around the city                                                      I should have killed him when you had no chance This may come as a shock to you all But I’m done here or there                                             Or anywhere I’m done with the light that once shined so bright in my eyes It is now a vacant home for the demons to return Enjoi my dreams and fears, demon ****** Take all of my sleep and drink it down with your pills Split my back open and let me forget how to fall perfectly still Give up Andy You will not win I will rise up But only in the end
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Jun 12, 2012
Jun 12, 2012 at 3:57 PM UTC
The Empty Pages
I wonder where I’ll be when you come down... Could you even think to speak? To explain the actions behind such a disastrous act With the words that I speak They are held on my tongue                                                              I should have ripped his head off Watch the blood from my eyes slide down inside and fill you up with the irony ironic blood that you chose                                                                           So when the door is closed and you can’t go back                                                        Smile loud and sing out somehow to somewhere out of town                                                                                   to the distant lands of my youth and re birth This is your brain without me                                                   Rotten to the stem                                                   The core is empty Tattoo your ******* face and lose your job that was never there Turn around click undo but don’t forget them there they held you up once She did find me in the wicked night Sinning about the city Living in and around the city                                                      I should have killed him when you had no chance This may come as a shock to you all But I’m done here or there                                             Or anywhere I’m done with the light that once shined so bright in my eyes It is now a vacant home for the demons to return Enjoi my dreams and fears, demon ****** Take all of my sleep and drink it down with your pills Split my back open and let me forget how to fall perfectly still Give up Andy You will not win I will rise up But only in the end
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andrew-mcelroy
30/M/Australian
Jun 12, 2012
Jun 12, 2012 at 3:57 PM UTC
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