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A World Worth Ending
05:00
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Waves of dread
Wash over me
Again and again
No relent
No way to
Make it end
Misanthropy
A dying light
Met only with apathy
No chance for peace
A bitter heart
Filled with vexation and misery
It's all been a lie
Serenity
Was only meant for some
A blackened mirror
A true reflection of our kin
Bound by law to a broken God
And a clergy of greed and sin
Blood must run
The heads of the ruling class
Must roll for what they've done
Rise
It's all been a lie
Prosperity
Was only meant for some
Attack and divide
Manipulate
Sow fear…
Misanthropy
The fall of man
Met only with apathy
No chance for peace
When bitter hearts
Overgrow with hostility
It's all been a lie
Humanity
Was only meant for some
Attack and divide
Manipulate
Sow fear of what will come
The towers will fall
Depravity
A spiral descending
What's left after all?
Despondency
We've made a world worth ending
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Gangrene & Jaded
03:52
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Look in your heart
Tear it apart
It's not worth saving
Dead on your feet
Living each day like your funeral
Let what's ahead
Fill you with dread
You're not worth saving
Dead in your heart
Living each day like there's nothing more
It never used to be this bad
But now I'm falling apart
Can't remember who I've been
Don't even know where to start
Just leave me on the ground where I lie
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Marching through an endless winter in my head
Contemplating whether we'd be better off if I was dead
Never ceasing always reaching to my core
Waking things inside me that I hoped I'd never feel before
Coming undone
Light up and keep on repeating
Bury the pain
Exhale a feeling that's fleeting
A black heart and even blacker lungs
Falling faster in an endless fever dream
Getting higher sinking lower
Things inside are never what they seem
Can't replace the feeling I get from the drugs
Turning myself into something nobody on earth could love
Falling apart
Light up and keep on repeating
Bury the pain
Exhale a feeling that's fleeting
Faking a smile
Hiding the fact that I'm numb
Nothing feels real anymore
A black heart
And even blacker lungs
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Hail Batlord Greenwood Lake, New York
Depressive, aggressive, and black. A collection of the tortured musings from a mind marred by grief and rage.
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