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I don't want to be the victim in a book you never read,
and I don't want to be the zombie who finds life amongst the living dead.
And if you found a reason why the world is crashing down,
you keep it a secret and I'll keep it loud.
Look in a mirror just to watch the shards fly,
good reason for blood these days, is hard to come by.
Buy me a drink of something strong and send me off,
I'll drive the car into a God that just wouldn't stop.
Give me a lighter and I'll start the beginning of the end,
the lights will dance and the pain will finally have a friend.
Another road block so the police get the view,
and I'm in heaven as long as the sky isn't blue.
Give me a ring and I will break the diamond in my hands,
one for you and seven other pieces for your friends.
A little funny that forever made amends,
little grains like stars inside the palm of my hands.
These are just the notes I wrote and burned that will never be said,
I'll be your concussion and you can screw with my head.
Even though your soul is dead,
I'll make use of it in shreds,
this is the coffin and the tomb, let the others make your bed.
 MusicForMurderers · Sun Sep 10, 2006 @ 01:03am · 2 Comments |
