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The tension is rising slowly, as the blood pools beneath fingernails I can hear the ropes start snapping, brittle as a leaf The bells begin tolling, the vultures swirl amid the frigid air Of the televised devastation of the week I hide my true intentions, I do Somewhat well, if I must then Admit to something, I didn't really care too Stop me if you've heard this one before Or heard it better, somewhere else --------------------------------------------------- Sending money through the wire Never ending crimson flow Past the thoughts of victims Intuition caught in undertow Masqurades with musket powder, kegs And lampshades tinted red Festering my own psychotic Philanthropic need for death Sending money through a wire Rising slowly through the smoke Laughter bursting through the cracks Of somebody's final joke Celebrations, conversation Windowpains and slitting throats Powers set to loosen grips But destitute, watch me still choke I think its time we could talk about the ending Open the intent that we're pretending Its something to be said aloud Lost within the frigid clouds above Oceans slowly forming up above torrents under spoken like a flood Oceans slowly forming up above The mainland
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Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 6:04 AM UTC
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The tension is rising slowly, as the blood pools beneath fingernails I can hear the ropes start snapping, brittle as a leaf The bells begin tolling, the vultures swirl amid the frigid air Of the televised devastation of the week I hide my true intentions, I do Somewhat well, if I must then Admit to something, I didn't really care too Stop me if you've heard this one before Or heard it better, somewhere else --------------------------------------------------- Sending money through the wire Never ending crimson flow Past the thoughts of victims Intuition caught in undertow Masqurades with musket powder, kegs And lampshades tinted red Festering my own psychotic Philanthropic need for death Sending money through a wire Rising slowly through the smoke Laughter bursting through the cracks Of somebody's final joke Celebrations, conversation Windowpains and slitting throats Powers set to loosen grips But destitute, watch me still choke I think its time we could talk about the ending Open the intent that we're pretending Its something to be said aloud Lost within the frigid clouds above Oceans slowly forming up above torrents under spoken like a flood Oceans slowly forming up above The mainland
#storm#life#death#wandering#lost#empty#emptiness#lifelessness#hope#light
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Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 6:04 AM UTC
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