Want to tell you I hate you
But I'm not sure
On a pedestal built on
The back of others
A marionette rules
Irreproachable
Re-drain my soul
Deny my acts
Erase my past
Let my soul be
You say you don't wanna run and hide
A face that
Surreal pictures appear before your eyes
Mind of aggression twisted into
Insani
What is life without lies
Gently creamed in your face?
Holding the
Young soldiers stab a bayonet
Into the open chest
Gunpowder, the
The light that numbed my mind
The light that kept me
The seasons ling for each other
In order that they may
Be
I see a presence of meekness in the horizon
Coming closer
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