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The shadows drift across my face
The long and solemn ride
On my way to another place
Another place to hide
I feel like a child; Awe inspired
Travelling far to rekindle my fires
The pain is leaving me now
The pain I know so well
Wave goodbye to that old familiar feeling
And ride like a bat out of hell
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Painted Happy Faces
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Sticks and stones; Can break my bones
But emotional wounds can never heal
I look to the sky to see why we deny
The invisible scars we all truly feel
It seems the world hides behind
Fake yellow painted happy faces
Bringing forth to mind
Memories of only happy places
Society is blind
To the cracked and tainted happy faces
But still I search to find
A key to unlock these mental braces
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Over
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Somedays
I wish you
Could see things
Through my point of view, and
Sometimes
I think I'm falling out of touch
Late at night
I can't sleep
My mind runs
Through questions so deep, and
Sometimes
I think I think too much
It's over
It's gone now
Its over
But I cannot see how I
Let it all fall right through my hands
Silence
Forever
Don't look at me
Connections have severed, but
Still I, just don't understand
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Burning Roses
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Seek tranquility in the flame
Seek peace and take the blame
Tonight the sky above will churn
Tonight the fires inside will burn
Burning crosses on the hill
Shed light on your soul
A feeling hangs in the air so still
As summer grows old
Darkest of yellows, blood red the sky
Eerily calm, as the storm grows nigh
Burning Roses in your yard
Reflecting the flame, a dot in your stare
Your piercing eyes, left me scarred
Somethings not right, something lives in your glare
Holiest of sacrifices, piling fuel on high
Into a fire of deceit, kindled with lies
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Dreams
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When late night and early morning converge into obscurity
Hours meander through the silent haunting tranquiluty
To that which I was blind once, now is plain to see
My mind cut wide open, I see deep inside of me
When what leads to when leads to why leads to how
Comes to memories of then and theories of now
Leads to meanings of life; meanings of death
Tell me where has it gone and why nothing is left
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The Internal Struggle
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Chorus:
Put on the red light
And stop this
Bullshitting tonight
Let's bury this
Can't make it right
Break you off
Lying to my face
Can't take this
No way to replace
Can't fake this
Pulled out of the race
Can't make this
Such a fucking nut case
I HATE THIS!
Nothing left to talk about
Nothing left to figure out
Just put this mess behind you
I'm not trying to find you; Anymore
Nevermore
Could've been so much more
If we'd have given it a chance; but
You didn't care
You were so unfair
Just couldn't bear; The Crown
What we could've had [Repeat]
I miss you
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I Found a New Drug
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I've found a new drug
A new way to get high
On the death I am living
Off the life that has died
I am trembling; Shaking in my skin
I am freaking out; From the anger within
Can't bear these feelings; its more than I can take
Can't bottle this one up; its more than i can fake
Are you dreaming? Have we been here before
Aren't we dreaming?
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In a time of utter despair
I needed someone to turn to
But there's a flipside effect of your affection
And I'm the one consoling you
I needed someone to keep me strong
You crashed into me from out of the blue
I thought I had troubles, but they all fall short
In light of what you're going through
A once in a lifetime chance
That I met you at all
I fell for you as I got my first glance
God only knew how far I would fall
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Ponder/Real
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Part 1: Ponder
Sometimes I ponder and sometimes I reminisce
Think back to lost days, and years I've missed
I'm a rennaisance hippie, I child from the past
Given the answers to questions unasked
I miss the days when life was still simple
When holidays still mattered, things weren't so superficial
All of my life I've been searching for answers
Trying, pushing to find a cure for mental cancer
An emotional tumor lives inside of me
(Like a bomb)
Its going to blow, it must be set free
One Abstract mind in an analytical world
Part 2: Real
I'm walking a tightrope with shoes made of knives
Knives made of lingering questions, meanings of lives
Life has no meaning, but to be alive
The others don't know it, to teach them I strive
There's nothing to fear but what we think fear is
Life as we know it, nothing but a series
of Reactions, electric signals, vibrations
Your philosophies on meaning are self infatuation
Your meaning of life is a virtual masturbation
(it pleases just you)
Only you know of your silent revelation
I don't know how to say it, I don't know what to feel
Its hard to speak your mind to others when no one else is real
I pull out my hair in a fit of blind rage
Thrash myself of the bars of my cage
Beat out my life force, hot blood on cold steel
Its hard to compensate when no one is real
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Spoken:
The disconnected chapters of my life
Written by some madman
A deranged psychopath finally getting his revenge
I feel like the whipping boy, the idiot savant
A comedy to lost souls, finally getting what they want
What the hell is happening?
I can't do a goddamn thing
I'm never asleep, I'm never awake
This body a tool for this soul to forsake
Labeled you, Oedipal placebo, but you were always there for me
Don't give up, Don't let me go, this is not how I wanted to be
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