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hey mr.nannypants, remember what success feels like?
silence distills the bleeding massacres leaking from her mouth...
despite the distant sillohuettes dancing against the sky we raise our
glasses once again to mourn the death of her fake facade...
(YOURE NOT PORCELAIN NOW BABY)
broken shards of glass distributed amongst the hungry...
the devistated children tremble at night when the vultures
lurk outside in the trees...
(OH GOD SAVE US FROM THE DEVESTATION)
buried in the gutters with the necrophiliacs awaiting our return...
manipulating fucks they are reunite with the screaming hookers in the
room nextdoor...
(STOP THE CHANTING THEIR EYES ARE SO ENHANCING)
the ceiling comes tumbling down upon the church...
leaving the choir singing sad sad songs of praise.
amongst the rubble we find the bones of tiny verses carved into the
bibles pages...
(OH GOD SAVE US FROM THE MANIPULATION)
the clock strikes 4 and we draw out our swords...
"DEMOLISH THE CITIES AND BURN THE BRIDGES DOWN"
this is no revolution...
this is no revolution...
condemn them to hell and repent for their sins...
slit the throats of the misconstrued...let them bleed out their misfortunes..
she was found in the boudoir with her blood stained in gold...
"live in class, die in class" she always said...
click.
clock.
times up.
another song i wrote..if you dont understand it...i dont really care...because it means something to me...i just thought i should share it with you guys.