| Written: 10:07 AM March 4, 2004 The enemy has a one-sided track Either path chosen, no going back Wound up, by the foregone chase Take the broken mirror, look at your face Run the tracks of this unknown life Stare at the old, worn, and rusted knife Thoughts of death come to thy's mind Of all the good things in life left behind Don't care of what pain or the cost Nobody will find, everything seems lost Something strange, obsurd, and cruel Blood rushes down, sick as drool On the floor there you lay, thinking no more Hurting so much, yet killing the core Dreams of lust, destroyed by hate Dying now, trying to discriminate |
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