topless rhetoric spun across the stage to a beat that evoked the pain of truth in me
faultless toxicity runs through my open wounds for everyone to see
abominated and abound by the chosen jest that was so easily handed down again in that instant replay
lost in the mix I wonder exactly what it is that I'm suppose to say
everybody wants a fuckin' piece of the emotional pie, uncaring if I'm left with none
it seems it's all come down to gestures of love in vane, leaving the game without one
bellowed out a miserable rhapsody as the choir joined in to place a bet on the term harmonized
blood flows freely from the veins that should have been removed or cauterized
the romantic tragedy packs a powerful punch just past the punch line
addiction maddened by such insidious lies to the final crime
alone against the wall
this bullshit was my call
tonight I'll cry into the darkness and see past every part of this
my strength is made perfect in my own defiant weakness
so journey back from where you came and fly away
nothing left to prove, your lies are all that's left to say
Sunday, November 14, 2010
the soft kiss
it is time to say goodbye, it is time for the end
no more happiness found now that I am free of sin
it's a lonely walk down an empty street, I can't seem to care
when I reach out my hand, no one is there
left to embellish the past with taunts of returning to the start
making war out of love became my perfected art
only bridges burned just beyond the insanity of yesterday
a voice shouting out that has nothing left to say
so much damage, so many battlefields with hearts left broken
so easily scoffed at the madness in the words I have spoken
the keys won't work on the door, my soul is out of business
my pain is so great that my damnation is listless
only a few more steps to a journey of finality
the soft kiss of death is all that's left for me
no more happiness found now that I am free of sin
it's a lonely walk down an empty street, I can't seem to care
when I reach out my hand, no one is there
left to embellish the past with taunts of returning to the start
making war out of love became my perfected art
only bridges burned just beyond the insanity of yesterday
a voice shouting out that has nothing left to say
so much damage, so many battlefields with hearts left broken
so easily scoffed at the madness in the words I have spoken
the keys won't work on the door, my soul is out of business
my pain is so great that my damnation is listless
only a few more steps to a journey of finality
the soft kiss of death is all that's left for me
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