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letra de allmyidolsaredead - devilgod

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[verse 1]
-uh- f-ck, c-nt, sh-t, -ss, f-ggot
crumbling herbs down
my speech speaks freedom, ’99 columbine
my minds like pic-sso and crowley combined
cutting deep like mental patients with knives
leaves no witnesses
this music’s left me with a sickness
how long will i remain breathing?
hollow compartments, my -?- picks my existence
bleed it on the page then relive my pain on stage
as an artist, i try and create instant beauty inside insanity
instead, portrays a continuous cycle of rage
cynical, narcissistic -ss, backwards slap you in the face
page by page, the boy still hasn’t grown fond of being a man
he still lives inside his imagination, daydreaming, doing all that he can
to stay immortal, immune to death
the fear of the unknown can haunt you
cold sweats and thick blood, who’s held responsible?
ripped the wings from a phoenix as it stole my thunder from it’s ashes
actually, i’ve been used for eye candy
sworn in to protect the secret from the m-sses
maybe we’ve expected too much from shallow waters
set sail as the wind alters
push for equality, but regardless of race
when your hands are dirty, it’s hard to remain clean
decomposing bodies, -serenade be the sleep?-
awake the deceased, bring religion to it’s knees
a failed species built to destroy its self and drown in greed
s-d-stic, self-inflicting wounds to draw attention
slit throat, suspended from a ceiling
h-ll bound, chained to my worst thoughts
you can thank me after you’ve spoken to god

[verse 2]
break you off a little piece
seems as if we had a place to be
but misplaced time and traded “we” for “i”
only myself is left, held this selfless breath
in return to get release from this
turned to get, tapped her on the shoudler
she turns and spits, wipe my face clearly it’s a normal day
couldn’t describe blood, but held on to it in such a hopeless way
out from the distance yells a familiar sound
fragile fingertips finally touch the ground
this has been more than we bargained for
an artistic form of war
there’s more blood to be shed, i’m sure
but just as a reminder, we’re here to honor our morals as slaves made disposable
you are the virus, cut all ties with
and plant a seed in each hole we dug ourselves in
bring weed and women

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