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| My skin is cold, transfusion with somebody, morose and old, drop into fruitless dying. It was tempting and bared, the whoring angel rising. Now burning prayers, my silent time of losing. My foes- they can't destroy my body. Colliding slow, like life itself. Long for the blur, we cannot dry much longer- cement to dirt, disgusted with my cheapness. Reaching down, staring up (at the forgiver). |
| Whores Your windows borded up, your private lives exposed. The talk shows pump it up, lab rats diseased for show. We're doomed to use the slang, outbreak of drug roulette. A church burned to the ground, not even noticed yet- 13 Steps (To NoWhere) Whores A backwards swastika, the black skin riddled in lead. A Nazi Gangster Jew, it beats a dog that's dead. It's in to use the slang, outbreak of gun roulette. The cross slants to the side, will prove the damnedest yet. 13 Steps- Leads to NoWhere. The blacklash dislocates, an untimely reign of death. The wolf poked with the stick, awaits with cancerous breath. (Leads to NoWhere) Outsiders still suppose, there's Holy streets to roam. The truth should not surprise, your homes were built on lies. |
| Cheap Cocaine, a dry inhale, the pills that kill and take the pain away. Diet of life, shelter without, the face that cannot see inside yours and mine. When I'm hiding, when I need it, it lets me breathe, for our handle on this life, I don't believe- this time. Would you look at me now? Can you tell I'm a man? With these scars on my wrists to prove I'll try again. Try to die again, try to live through this night, try to die again..... Forever fooling, free and using, sliding down the slide that breaks a will. Mothers angel, getting smarter, how smart are you to regress unfulfilled? It's a damn shame, but who's to blame? |
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| 13 Steps to NoWhere |
| Suicide Note Pt. 1 |
| Out of my mind, gun up to the mouth. No pretension, execution, live and learn- rape and turn. Fret no family, nor pre-judged army. This is for me, and me olnly, cowards only try it. Don't you try to die, like me. It's livid and it's lies and makes graves. It's not worth the time to try, to replenish a rotting life. I'll end the problem, facing nothing. Fuck you off, fuck you all. Tortured history, addict of misery, this exposes me for weakness is a magnet- wath me do it. Graves descending down, why would you help anyone who dosen't want it, when a mind's make up to go ahead die? What's done is done and gone, so why cry? |
| Suicide Note PT. II |