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I feel the pressure, it lightens
to judge this spirit of mine
to be like the judgement
to be the king that is left behind
to hell with I miss you
I said I 'd do it alone
ripping apart from you
a broken vision to call my own
I gave my life to reason
so now I'm watching my life go
my wit is falling apart
I can't shake temptations wings
I can't shake temptations wings
I bury my head with frustration
and I look at others and wonder why(?)
I'm feeding my cancer
A broken vision that stole my sight
I gave my life to reason,
So now I'm watching my life go -
My wit is falling apart
I can't shake Temptation Wings!
temptations wings...
temptations wings got me pale
why?
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free at last, I'm the past,
undone in unknown prison,
I'm holding on. Peace and need?
A mouth to feed?
I'm standing way on
the other side. I'm staring
right back at myself,
and through it's frozen image,
I'm laughing right back
at my health - Lifelong
Arms in knots, never spot,
My blood is fading
on the world. Stealing keys?
Soul to me?
and to the BrotheRhood with what
writes the pain.
I'm staring
right back at myself,
and through it's frozen image,
I'm laughing right back
at my health - Lifelong
I'm a lifer.
I'm staring
right back at myself,
and through it's frozen image,
I'm laughing right back
at my health
I'm a lifer.
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Crumbling world falls through my hands
In my mouth taste bitter sands.
Grass is burning, pulse is slow.
Drip by drip my backwards growth... crawl.
Fade to hate.
And I'll die within my fade
Wine, song, women, birth
This deflowered mother earth
Planting, plowing, how she grieves.
The seeds that grow these dying trees
Fade to hate
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long day lay me low.
lay me low.
head burning drunk.
I don't need none
that's right man I'm fine
but what I've got to know,
is have I wasted time?
My eyes are blind
to almost everything you see.
and I'm drowning through sorrow
- you recognize me -
be me for a change (fucked)
under the silk,
in a box of pine,
and that's dying -
not a single other life
ever will have felt my price
is it worth the risk to be revived?
and I'm dying, I'm hollow
- It won't deny me -
be me for a change (fucked)
on the last day
they'll take it all away
on and outta my mind
gimme some medicine...
and I'm drowning through sorrow
- it won't deny me -
be me for a change (fucked)
yeah, one more time...
long day kill me long
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that brave river, I can't sail.
because of that lone feeling,
that I might fail.
So fuck it.
I just smoke let me feel stoned
6th hour.
I still fail to rise,
and I cower in
reality's eyes, so I
just smoke
let me feel stoned
let that paranoia cut
my head off.
I'm low down
crying shame today smoke stoned
I have fallen
scattered the wave
alone I'm crying
broken shade
So I just smoke let me feel stoned
I can't feel you
you can't brave (the river?)
no more sadness no more pain
not what feeds you but what raves
no more sadness no more...
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Woe to me, battered man
raise the monolith
deitize my spirit rise
like days the world forgets - down the
drain - laid to lame
a fool-ass hearty bliss
borderline suicide,
celebrate before my death
your promised land divide,
that's why the world lies.
I give up.
That's enough. I give up.
I'm underneath my life.
dog in heat, beware the street
its there you'll meet your end
poverty is not for me,
but I'll take her back again
to prove a point,
to laugh it off, to cross you off my path,
grip the night, pull the cord,
a much inspired wrath.
your promised land divide,
that's where the world lies.
I give up.
That's enough. I give up.
I'm underneath my life.
carry me back from the war
and from the lord.
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goddamn!
this time it's real,
it's a love that I feel.
I may be tainted but god knows
it's good to me, 'cause you see -
I leave my woes at
stranger's road dispose,
and let the sun back on my face.
It's a soul sense of pride,
good lord the south is blind,
but she gives me
so much sufferage with my pain,
I feel the strain
when I get behind a big slow day
I've fucked it all
was that down? was that family?
I leave my woes at
stranger's road dispose.
and let the sun back in my face.
It's a soul sense of pride,
good lord the south is blind,
but she will never
let me go back to being sane
but please let me die there...
cold war leaves me there...
let me die there...
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One day, the strain
I've never felt like this before
Our lives capsized, one man will give back
Be clm my love
Why don't you kneel for me?
I write for sight
One day you'll find me in the corner
More sublime,
But I still never died before...
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my brain distorts the pleasure,
no facts behind my eyes.
this pain I've come to treasure,
being down has become my life...
don't know which one is real,
been kicked in the groin
I drown the way I feel,
thoughI will to go
Losing all
I'm lord of misery
I'm king of the hill
I'm a broken man of the world
in a state of
my wrists are slit,
I'm losing all.
gun at my head,
I'm losing all.
my bones are broken,
I'm losing all
last time I had,
I'm losing all
Losing all
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A bout of deep depression.
Can't seem to move it forward.
My lying eyes lie awake.
Not sure what I am after.
I never died before.
Can't help what happened yesterday.
I never stoned the crow, no.
Flip through endless stories.
A life of hand-written pain.
No one can share this hurt that is mine, mine, mine.
I never died before.
Can't be what happened yesterday.
I shouldn't stone the crow, no.
Ride on!
Same old city, same old tale.
No matter how I try,
No matter what I say,
I'm blamed, I'm shamed,
I'm judged unfairly.
So now I've died before.
It feels as bad as yesterday.
I never stoned the crow, no.
You too have died before.
I fought as hard as yesterday
I never stoned the crow, stoned the crow, no, no.
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My time, all my life
some way, I saved
the memory, the pending,
the family, surround me
a god given time,
a god given gift of life.
a time to take away,
to kill the pain,
to give me to the ground.
the pills, the windowsill
razorblade, great escape
so lonely, the feeling,
the slipping, the bleeding
good lord where are you found?
carry judgement way underground
did you laugh at me, now alone?
shoulda changed my way by now...
hero...
a god given time,
a god given gift of life.
a time to take away,
to kill the pain,
to give me to the ground.
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When does a holding keep me from myself...
No chance was given to find myself today...
My time of aging... wonder when I'll die...
But When My Time Will Come I Know The Reason WHYYYY!!!
I have an escape, alone it keeps me safe and in my home
I have a reason, to keep me satisfied until I'm gone
Don't regret the rules I broke
When I die bury me in smoke
Under the world I wait for my fate
My bodies lying benesth my blissful state
My time of aging wonder when Ill die
But when my time will come, I know the reason why
I have an escape, alone it keeps me safe and in my home
I have a reason, to keep me satisfied until I'm gone
Don't regret the rules I broke
When I die bury me in smoke
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