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Through the Lens of Melancholy
The demons gaze at me like they’ve drunken malice tea. A beverage filled with pure hate, only my spilt blood will fully satiate. Their thirst, and their hunger, because they feed on my worst. My thoughts and my feelings, all my troubled dealings. The times that I reached up and hit into glass ceilings…
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Resting Six Feet Beneath the Seabed
It burns so bright, my heart feels tight. My soul of pure white turns into a grey, ashen blight. My deeds carried out thus far have been nulled and void. Now I’m a fallen star – by my faith, I had been toyed. No longer will I, my destiny, avoid. With the power of a…
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My World’s On Fire and I Like It
How long will it take for me to perish – because I do know, in death I’ll relish. I want it to end some day soon. I pray for God to send me to the moon. A grave so deep, on the moon’s dark side. The place I’ll sleep whilst I control the tide of…
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The Love Bus-t
Bruv, if you’ve witnessed love Of the highest degree You’ll know that sometimes Like on a note attached to a dove It comes to you for free It just fits like a glove It’s not “one size fits all” It’s “one size fits us” So let’s go on a journey Let’s hop on this here…
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Schörde
My chords become swordsTiny little bladesFloating around in the airThey’re made out of pure soundDirected towards my enemiesWhich come at me in hordesI point and I prayI get on my kneesI plead with the lordNot to be seizedThe lord is not pleasedBut he grants my requestSo off with my headAnd now I can restFor I
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To Oblivion
I’m a living, moving resourceLike an ever running racehorseI eat, I sleep, and I breatheIn the morningI brush my teeth and then I leaveRush out the doorPrepping for warThat an average day bringsSo I yawn my morning roar When I’m out of my abodeI communicate in codeNot too unlike morseBut once I get startedThe only
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Da Lyricist Physicist
I’m a lyricist physicistAnd I aimed for the starsI was told I need to aim highSo I could buy shiny carsAnd score golf parsBut I don’t know whyIt seems like quite the farceI let out a sighRealise that it’s all a lieBecause it’s all the sameIt’s all the sameReaching for fameJust look how lame I
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