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The Sunset Will Never Charm us - Despised Icon
This desire is so annoying, like a red hot rock in my palm.
My nerves hurt and my legs convulse.
Walking on broken glass.
The soporific serenity permanently reflected in your charming face gives you jurisdiction.
A soiled soul infects the spine during a segment of time.
Particles of truthfulness suppurate from this almost perfect being.
The eye of satisfaction disappears to give place to arrogance and discontent.
I wait for a crucial gateway between trickery and facts.
Someday the sun will vanish and give place to an appalling night.
With cutting words I shall perforate this Kevlar curtain
and leave you bare without protection.
Beneath this strong and fierce eloquence,
I will face what truly is your frail archetype.
Guns and knives can hurt physically or even cause your demise while speech
and illustrations can mentally hurt and guide to suicide.
The eye of satisfaction disappears to give place to arrogance and discontent.
The Mozart effect reveals a newborn confidence.
The reptilian brain is now the one involved, the one that will conquer them all.
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I did my time, and I want out
so effusive...fade
It doesn't cut,
The soul is not so vibrant
The reckoning, the sickening
packaging, subversion
Pseudo-sacrosanct perversion
Go drill your desserts,
Go dig your graves
Then fill your mouth
With all the money you will save
Sinking in, getting smaller again
I'm done,it has begun
I'm not the only one
And the reign will kill us all,
we Throw ourselves against the wall
But no one else can see,
The preservation of the martyr in me
Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial
Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial
Oh, there are cracks, in the road we lay
from where the temple fell
The secrets have gone mad!
This is nothing new,
But would we kill it all?
the hate was all we had
Who needs another mess?
We could start over
Just look me in the eyes
And say I'm wrong
Now there's only emptiness,
venomous insepid
I think we're done
I'm not the only one!
And the reign will kill us all,
we Throw ourselves against the wall
But no one else can see,
The preservation of the martyr in me
Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial
Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial
the limits of the dead
the limits of the dead
the limits of the dead
fake anti-fascist lie,
I tried to tell you, but
Your purple hearts are given out
Can't stop the killing idea
If it's hunting season
Is this what you want?
I'm not the only one!
And the reign will kill us all,
we Throw ourselves against the wall
But no one else can see,
The preservation of the martyr in me
Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial
Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial
the limits of the dead
the limits of the dead
Still craving your kiss
I'm longin' to linger till dawn, dear
Just saying this
Hai Bez, I liek teh avatar.
dont even bother