I'm nausesous, or maybe just inspired
So truthful, I begin to
Sing with me child, as my ears are bleeding,
The dreams
I’m gonna shed my skin, deactivate my head
The skin
Tonight's twilight will be the last seen by our eyes,
So
welcome to a dead end, a wall stronger than you
welcome to mediocrity, where america's youth are ignorant lemmings, i
George Romero will be at our Wedding
I was looking
it turns my stomach every night
like scattering bats in disrupted
Madness is like love, it makes you see the world
Lord, here I am
I'm lost, I can't find my way
Like
I'm nobody singing to nobody, so no one hears the
it is so that my transgressions have born a withered
She's driving these nails of restless anti-submission into a head
full
after all of this we've been dismissed by those who
Dance with me baby, let me hear your voice
Oh if
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