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My thoughts swirling around my head,
Filled with truths I've never said.
Clawing, scratching, screaming their way out,
My demons have awoken of that I have no doubt.
They pound against my skull attempting to take over,
Coming after me only when I'm sober.
I cry and screech,
As they chant "practice what you preach!"
My infidelities are my own,
As the lovers of others make me moan.
Eyes streaming the blood that I have lost,
I knew this life would come at much too high a cost.
My sins advertised for all to see,
Laughing, lusting, and passing judgement upon me.
They told me if I clipped my wings I'd gain the world in its stead,
Now all I have are these insane thoughts corrupting my head.
Perfect smile with perfect teeth,
I go home in search of what's underneath.
Shallow as they come,
With no other choice but to run.
Adderall and ecstasy,
Fill my veins please come rescue me.
Death calls to me "la tua cantante",
Paying for hell with my drachmae.
Beauty in terms of aesthetics,
Perfection through the payment of medics.
Save yourself and don't come looking for me,
As I have lost all sense of sanity.
Break the tide and settle the sea,
Be the person who holds the key.
We need a change, a revolution of sorts,
Be that disruption within the courts.
Never conform,
Embody a heavenly storm.
You're perfect with no flaws,
Whereas I have sunken into the Devils claws.
I fall deeper and deeper with no way out,
Take the less traveled road, the harder route.


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