It's come to rape the soul
The meaning of control
Ot's waiting for
It's waiting obscene
In dark dishonest times
The strangest things unwind
And undermine the undecided things
Forced time
All divided
Trips fine line
Warmth and craziness
Little spilling
Facing death
That binds the tie
Push aside
Unrelenting lip smack
Talks
Read the moving lips
Willing pillows
Breaks the neck
Hung out to die
And in the steep of luck
My god feels false and sold
To exercise what seems that cannot hold
Craving
Anything
What's going down
Replicate
Left it down on to hit
What is it
Nothing
Thrust knives
Deep the bed abyss
Why try
Overcoming this
When the killing
Shapes the wrist
To paint the sky red eye
Crossed eyes
Undecided
Shed time
Lies
All because of this
Whether killing takes my breath
A lasting sigh
All life starts with death
All death starts with life
Ever circles back again
Never falls to regain
All life is with hope
All hope is to know
Righteous places
Righteous times
Even though
We live to die
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