my heart and soul (found/blackout poetry i did want to write)(Mcr!!)

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(this is from a whole mcr album. i litterly had to force myself to delete about 4 pages worth of lyrcs. Also had to put lines into one long line to make it look shorter and take up less pages. which did make it better bc it made more sense and was actually readable and less broad. still a pain in the ass. the album is: Three cheers for sweet revenge. you may have no idea wtf this is about but this was lowkey thuereputic for me. all you need to know, fuck catholic school)

Burning on, just like a match you strike to incinerate the lives of everyone you know                    

And what's the worst to take from every heart you break?                                                                              

And like the blade you stain                                                                                                                                    

What's the worst that I can say?                                                                                                                                      

We are the very hurt you sold?


Well, I can't, well, I can, yeah                                                                                                                                        

Pain in my heart for your dying wish


And for the last night I lie Could I lie with you?                                                                                                

Until the cops come or by the last light                                                                                                                        

I lie next to you?


The angels just cut out her tongue                                                                                                                                   

call her black Mariah                                                                                                                                                   

Would i lie to you?


The damage you've inflicted, temporary wounds                                                                                                   

Bright lights that wont kill me now or tell me how                                                                                              

Lay still like the dead                                                                                                                                                            

from the razor to the rosary                                                                                                                                          , 

we could lose ourselves


crash the cemetery gates                                                                                                                                                

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