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Failings for Friends
02:02
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“Failings for Friends”
Her pain doesn’t make her special, just useless
This is not a sickness; it’s a choice
When inspiration hits with both hands grab hold and rend, and twist
These failings her only companions
She doesn’t even bother to cover her scars
And I wish that I was that strong
Sweating out the drugs
They say everything takes time
She breaks her down, and down, and down
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Cutting Heartstrings
04:01
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“Cutting Heartstrings”
Cowards and whores swallow of love’s need
These days pass so quickly, these nights last so long
This too shall pass, but it will leave its mark
Cut her heartstrings
Fall into the abyss
Lovelorn, love worn
Cut my heartstrings
Save me from myself
She can have this love
I will keep my hate
Waiting for the words to come
Searching for any meaning
Her wrists are aching
The pills are pleading
Her body’s begging for this abuse
Her heart is a rape scene
My heart is a rape scene
Excise caring like it’s cancer
Detuned, broken
Cut her heartstrings
She can’t hear the music anymore
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Dulling Silver
04:58
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“The Thin Red Line Between Salvation and Damnation”
Cold souls crave only warmth
But they don’t care how they get it
Lovers can be our salvation
Or our executioners
She’s a leaf on the wind, flying falling
Dead on the callous earth
We become what ruins us, no silver lining
Only storm clouds behind those eyes
Lovers can be our salvation
Or our executioners
Our lovers, our executioners
In her throat
Beneath these words
Behind those eyes
Between silken thighs
This hate endures
It waits
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Farewell, Cruel Girl
05:02
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“Farewell, Cruel Girl”
Farewell cruel girl
Beauty has no use for her love
Only contempt
Let the angels sing their songs, for we have our own hymns to sing at the heavens
And let the demons screech their torment, for we have our own hate to scream at their hell
Seraquill for a seraphim
Every wish I ever made was lost on the wind
The death of her, she’ll be
Paradise turned perdition, cast aside discarded
She, isn’t worthy
The death of her
But beware the price that pissed in hearts demand
For I am nothing but
The death of her
She writes these wrongs, a legacy of loss
Blood in the water, sharks will always come
Scars are memories that’ll never fade
Sharks in the water, blood will always flow
With blood in the water, the sharks will always come
The death of her
Lovers our salvation
Lovers our damnation
These words mean everything to me, but they mean nothing to you
Farewell cruel girl
Memories
Razor blades
Farewell cruel girl
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Plague Bearer
04:17
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“Plague Bearer”
Her touch, her kiss
Causes only sickness
Plague bearer
My touch, my kiss
Plague bearer
Damnation her caress
This coffin shut with painted nails
More and more she is less and less
Slit wrists can’t but harm, scarred skin can’t help but hurt
Some words are better off unsaid and unheard
Old words for new wounds
Scars upon scars conceal the wreckage behind her eyes
Even demons dream of heaven
When will she have given enough?
Bled enough, cried enough, taken enough?
To find compassion in callous arms?
Devoid of hope and out of sight
She can’t make them care with stolen words
And a heart mended by hate
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“To Impede the Healing Process”
To impede the healing process
Pride worn poorly around her throat
Her lips taste of better days
My lips taste of sin
“Just hang on,” she said
Her hate, her hope a noose
Ever tighter it coils
Around her heart, around her hope
Single locust in the plague
Does her part
Takes pride in her work
While the night blesses those ideas the day abhors
Cut and paste those broken thoughts
Her eyes are heavy with hate
Swallowed by the night
By a thread she hangs
Used bodies using bodies
Breathing their last breaths
Alcohol erodes regret
She’s heaven-sent but hell-bent
Cut and paste those broken thoughts
Her eyes are heavy with hate
There will be blood, there always is
She sees shadows creeping into her smile
She hears those whispers, “there will be blood”
She sees shadows creeping into her smile
She hears those whispers, “there will be blood”
Swallowed by the night
To impede the healing process
No heart left unscathed
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