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weird lyricy shit that i wrote in the confinement room (the big white room with padded walls) at the hospital:
Shadow's staining up my bedsheets
With his cranberry cries
And Angel's sitting in the window
Trying to avert her eyes
The clock's screaming out the days
As the screen removes the face
I have been a good girl, what is my reward?
Try not to twist the wrist so hard
Immoral
Keeping civil in liberties
We always have our own free will
I can't feel my blood no more
Ribs colapsing, standing still
Twist and gyrate so knuckles melt
Do try to control yourself
I have been a naughty girl, what are you crying for?
Try not to hold your smile too long
Immoral
Hands on my face and I'm rising to grace so...
Legs bend into my lungs was always all in fun
I can't control myself why don't you spread the wealth?
All so immoral
Shadow's staining up my bedsheets
With his cranberry cries
And Angel's sitting in the window
Trying to avert her eyes
The clock's screaming out the days
As the screen removes the face
I have been a good girl, what is my reward?
Try not to twist the wrist so hard
Immoral
Keeping civil in liberties
We always have our own free will
I can't feel my blood no more
Ribs colapsing, standing still
Twist and gyrate so knuckles melt
Do try to control yourself
I have been a naughty girl, what are you crying for?
Try not to hold your smile too long
Immoral
Hands on my face and I'm rising to grace so...
Legs bend into my lungs was always all in fun
I can't control myself why don't you spread the wealth?
All so immoral