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What beautiful propaganda you sow
Everyone wants to taste it
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It’s ok even though it wrong
Twisted lies in a day’s time
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His curses had echoed in her head
“Bitch you just wished you were dead!”
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Painted faces tricking children...
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I can’t say good-bye
I don’t want to try
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Tomorrow I'll be surrounded with friends
A group of people who love me
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You created me, so you destroy me / I will never comprehend / how our souls you can make / and broken hearts you mend / I will never understand / the pain you put us through / why you make it hard for us
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Two open hands were nailed to a tree
Amazing that he wanted to die for me
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Gun in her hand and a face of stone / She knew that she had to be alone / A look in the mirror, tears on her face / Why did she always feel out of place / She studied herself in a full length mirror / Her smile
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Condemned for being such a liar
Retribution in the form of fire
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You don't have the guts
to sling your guns around
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Only shadows across the floor dancing together forever more
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Rip, Cut, Slice, Dice All these things feel so nice.
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A chain around my neck, a rope against my skin I step closer to the edge, ready to give in
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There once was a child named Po who wanted to grow an afro
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Slowly, steadily, creeping across the floor Death is waiting for you by your door
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Life is the work and, death the rest there is no more I ask of you.
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A dark shadow leaps from somewhere behind Survival is the formost thing on my mind
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Ripples across black water bound, in the reflection, the sky is found
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Roses are Red, Violets are blue really this should end with F* you
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Every thing she couldn't say, all locked up in her heart She was the world's greatest actress, lying was her art
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Silver working in the dark of night Catching beams of wayward light
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Like a blade across my skin
like a nightmare, like a sin
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Oh Child so innocent and Young I wish you well in journeys to come
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As the secrets of my hidden life
Show through all my words of strife
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You are not seen but I am not heard
but I am your brilliance, and you my word.
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Good-bye to the calm, for here comes the storm
the battle will not end 'til we're tired and worn
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