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They push me around
in my metaphysical wheelchair
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There were corpses sleeping
Where we once did lie
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Our bodies were fine
but we had crippled our souls
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you slept with sorrow
now you'll enver sleep with a friend
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he made me the victim
he made me the crime
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I'm just another dreamer
who stumbled away from her home
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we can sleep in my bed of despair
and drink a glass full of tears
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yet when She and her girl were together
their love could drown the world
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Met a solider in a war torn land
Died for hope with a gun in his hand
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And with my mind I dreamed
of a Heaven filled with sinners
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Jumped from rooftop to rooftop
instead of landing I fell
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Now I lay me down to sleep
I hope to God the floorboards creek
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They sang of her long ago
As her body lay among shattered ruins
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when I look in the mirror
and don't turn away in shame
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Ophelia led me into the center room
And showed me her web of despair
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Placed the world in darkness
Left no bodies save for one
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She was perfectly flawed
A body not so tiny
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For behind the masks
Lay the secrets of the world
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Bowed my dreams before me
Placed upon a crystal clear
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I beg you scorn the dullness from her eyes
Riot against the moon
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Heaven’s stage is falling broken still
Refuse to fade away
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Remind me of long ago lullabies
And let the whispers sing the world to sleep
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She says she walks hand in hand with insanity
Trying to escape an unforgiving reality
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I smell it in the air
And suffocate in sorrow
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It's just another roller coaster ride
For sick little girls who are ready to die...*
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Bramble and briar encase her
As she paces the path of seclusion
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She says everything she touches turns to gold
Leaving her to drown in solitude
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Whispers and glances to secrets I’ll never have. A never ending burden, gift to an unrelenting Hell.
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Echo choked renditions
Of midnights madness and insanities call.
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Why create something so beautiful
If to touch means to die?
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Both paths dangerous if tread
Yet I curse myself with fascination.
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Rivaling my aspirations of serenity
Beyond this glance of the abyss I flee.
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Do these images haunt you?
I hope they seize your slumber.
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True knowledge barren
In well rehearsed acts.
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A babe conceived within a lie
Comes into this world
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