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It's been a while No more words Amazing the effect that has I don't care I won't be crushed No, I won't. But isn't that the tragedy of it all? How all of this world spins on games And sassiness Money and irony Along with ***** skills. All of that is great But it builds these walls so high You think they've gone down Till you bleed your head on the sharp bricks As they fall, heavy, into your lap Staining you skin and your clothes As it seeps into you Then grinds you back into the ground Back into your home But I don't want to go! And on goes the grinding sound of those walls Coming ever closer With control.
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Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 12:38 AM UTC
With control
It's been a while No more words Amazing the effect that has I don't care I won't be crushed No, I won't. But isn't that the tragedy of it all? How all of this world spins on games And sassiness Money and irony Along with ***** skills. All of that is great But it builds these walls so high You think they've gone down Till you bleed your head on the sharp bricks As they fall, heavy, into your lap Staining you skin and your clothes As it seeps into you Then grinds you back into the ground Back into your home But I don't want to go! And on goes the grinding sound of those walls Coming ever closer With control.
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Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 12:38 AM UTC
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