The Blasphemous ways of my life have left me insane.
Committing blasphey everyday has left the snake wrapped around my throat
Making sure I lose a breath of air each second till I die.
Knowing right from wrong
But the bad feels so good.
Too unorthodox to make a change.
Everything I knows is embedded in my brain.
Fighting the religon so hard trying to seem sane.
You must be insane
trying hard to convince people you're sane.
But the blasphemous ways is what makes my brain.
Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 11:55 PM UTC
The Blasphemous ways of my life have left me insane.
Committing blasphey everyday has left the snake wrapped around my throat
Making sure I lose a breath of air each second till I die.
Knowing right from wrong
But the bad feels so good.
Too unorthodox to make a change.
Everything I knows is embedded in my brain.
Fighting the religon so hard trying to seem sane.
You must be insane
trying hard to convince people you're sane.
But the blasphemous ways is what makes my brain.
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