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You called yourself a man, swinging on the lion with your frostbitten breath But I anulled what you said, when I saw that the lion was but a mule, and the frostbite just the smoke from your cigarette You said you hunted demons in the chasm going down, hunted demons from Hell in the chasm going down But I saw you selling her things in the pawn shop down on East Are the demons merely what her illness represents to you? You whispered in my head that you could save me from this ****** bath And take away the faucet that I want But it’s coming back, another promise that you broke Are those ashes of surprise blanketing the cancer that you smoke? Remove your shoes at the door, leave her eulogy lying on the dusty kitchen floor Go ahead and board the escalator; take your musics with you You are not my savior, not the bargain that I asked for Just a martyr for whatever cause you decide to **** today
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Aug 27, 2012
Aug 27, 2012 at 10:46 PM UTC
Martyr
You called yourself a man, swinging on the lion with your frostbitten breath But I anulled what you said, when I saw that the lion was but a mule, and the frostbite just the smoke from your cigarette You said you hunted demons in the chasm going down, hunted demons from Hell in the chasm going down But I saw you selling her things in the pawn shop down on East Are the demons merely what her illness represents to you? You whispered in my head that you could save me from this ****** bath And take away the faucet that I want But it’s coming back, another promise that you broke Are those ashes of surprise blanketing the cancer that you smoke? Remove your shoes at the door, leave her eulogy lying on the dusty kitchen floor Go ahead and board the escalator; take your musics with you You are not my savior, not the bargain that I asked for Just a martyr for whatever cause you decide to **** today
moriah-harrod
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Aug 27, 2012
Aug 27, 2012 at 10:46 PM UTC
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