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| As I lay awake in bed,with sadness in my heart, these two things I desire most,are tearing me apart. Something that will quiet the demons in my head, or will I turn and choose to fight the loneliness instead? Time and time again, as I lay beaten and bruised, how did it ever come to this that I feel so abused? The demons inside me, they all scream and shout, with all these emotions, what's it really all about? Do I go left? Do I go right? They make it all seem so very black and white. Black, white, red, blue, what should my life really mean to you? Handcuffed and sitting in the back of a car, I pause and reflect on who we all are. Men and monsters, mighty and meek, but will it all matter by the end of the week? Madness here, madness there, madness hiding everywhere. I am dirty, I am unclean, I am not part of gods well-oiled machine. The demons inside seething with malice, who would have thought I could be so callous. That which is broken, can't always be fixed. That which is separate, can't always be mixed. |
| Faces of death Faces of life What does it take to go under the knife Ritual disfigurement Barbie doll face Living a lie This synthetic race Perfection is sought Prices are paid Small imperfections Fixed with a blade Commercial beauty Sold by the pound Beautiful lies In which we all drowned |
| Twisted disciple Of a barbie doll state Living a dream With your prosthetic mate Cars, clothes, jewels All the material possessions Living your life Without purpose or mission Barbie doll face barbie doll cars All to hide the internal scars Hiding the pain of your empty life To fix your world You go under the knife It doesnt work Nothing will Your life's a joke It's a jagged pill |
| Living life Under a razorwire sky I ponder and think What its really like to die death takes us all In strength or in fear What would it be like To die for a year To lay there in bed writhing in pain Feeling your life Ebb down the drain Or painless and quick No muss no fuss What would it be like To be hit by a bus Listen to the families As they lament and cry One way or another We all must die |