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Nothing suffocates you more than the passing of everyday human events. Isolation is the oxygen mask you make your children breath into survive. But I'm not a slave to a god that doesn't exist. But I'm not a slave to world that doesn't give a shit. And when we were good you just closed you eyes. So when we are bad we're going to scar your minds. fight, fight, fight, fight You'll never grow up to be a big- rock-star-celebrated-victim-of-your-fame. They'll just cut our wrists like cheap coupons and say that death was on sale today. |
I remember when I was told of story of crushed velvet, candle wax, and dried up flowers. The figure on the bed all dressed up in roses, calling.beckoning to sleep offering a dream. The words were as mystical as purring animals. The circle of rage the ghosts on the stage appeared. The time was so tangible I'll never let it go. Ghost stories handed down, reached secret tunnels below. No one could see me. I fell into yesterday. Our dreams seemed not far away. I want to stay. I fell into fantasy. The girl on the wall always waited for me and she was always smiling. The teenage death boys, the teenage death girls..and everyone was dancing. Nothing could touch us then no one could change us then, and everyone was dancing. Nothing could hurt us then, no one could see us then, and everyone was dancing. Everyone was dancing. |
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