You arrive at this place in the unkindest of ways,
Still findin your face while Im high and deranged
Demonic ways run way deeper than brains,
So Im livin myself, but you, youre still dyin in ways.
Eternitys gaze sees me falling from grace,
Call it disgrace. But I don't really rate what it says.
Im great.. See I see the dismay and hollow remains,
Of some bothered, deflated lyricists still tryina relate.
Lemme find you some space, open as wounds that I make,
Write you a page stained with the ooze from your brains.
Effects that you fake, deprived of a part, so now you just fast,
See a skeptic's a lover whose heart's been killed in the past.
So the art is your path, where your soul can hurt freely,
Youre so needy! ..... but I don't need the fuckin herd. Really.
This fate's with me. Now run quickly. Youre finished.
I figured you ... youre just another created cynic
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