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My seventh deadly sin, bloodthirsty after the first strike, I should put myself out like a cigarette, foot to the face smudged across the board. My teeth are tired of gritting against my scarred cheek. I don't want to prove power but there's always a cause. I'd say I was a wolf or a tiger a million times but there's something much more viscous lurking inside. Striking down stacking the chips against me, my odds lost heavy in your thoughts.
"Go man go but not like a yo-yo school boy, just play it cool boy, real cool"
But I can't keep it hold, I'd like to be sedated wtihout a thing to jump over, but given the opportunity I'd scream my lungs out of my body out into my waiting hands and gasp no more. I'm waiting to explode. It's no big deal probably wouldn't even notice, but I blame it on the Son of the Morning inside me. Like a trident striking down on an unsuspecting field behind my eyes. A fury filled suprise . Best served cold but I continue to ask myself where I'm coming from. ANd if it developed then why then? Why me? I wish I could play it all straight faced and cold, but I'm bursting open like a hot dog in heat. I told somebody I wasn't coming back from college, that I would die there, but I didn't mean it like mortal death. I wonder sometimes if everyone has got two or three sides like I feel like I do. Like I'm one man with many facets. And I wonder when I go away which part of me will grow even more, and which part of me will die, I know when I come back I won't be the same me, but I pray the things I hate the most will disolve from me.
"Lucifer Son of the Morning I'm gonna chase you out of here"
"Go man go but not like a yo-yo school boy, just play it cool boy, real cool"
But I can't keep it hold, I'd like to be sedated wtihout a thing to jump over, but given the opportunity I'd scream my lungs out of my body out into my waiting hands and gasp no more. I'm waiting to explode. It's no big deal probably wouldn't even notice, but I blame it on the Son of the Morning inside me. Like a trident striking down on an unsuspecting field behind my eyes. A fury filled suprise . Best served cold but I continue to ask myself where I'm coming from. ANd if it developed then why then? Why me? I wish I could play it all straight faced and cold, but I'm bursting open like a hot dog in heat. I told somebody I wasn't coming back from college, that I would die there, but I didn't mean it like mortal death. I wonder sometimes if everyone has got two or three sides like I feel like I do. Like I'm one man with many facets. And I wonder when I go away which part of me will grow even more, and which part of me will die, I know when I come back I won't be the same me, but I pray the things I hate the most will disolve from me.
"Lucifer Son of the Morning I'm gonna chase you out of here"