Hand over mouth
and we have little to repent
no sins in the home of hell
pull out our guns we rage the highway
and we have no fights to call our own.
and if I was your Clyde we'd fill the streets red
and run, and run like we could survive.
If we look back our mirror was broken
and this luck is what we famed
this life is what we blame
it begins with a smile and it ends with a miserable laugh
YOU! happy heaven, the raped young child
are where the tides of purgatory dwell
SILENCE! for you the forsaken are the blood of youth!
and you tie yourself to your ego and cut yourself on the smiles of the shallow!
they read your eyes like an advertisement i see the snake that hasn't said but
ONE WORD.
whores are bored and Babylon, a Lincoln Log house
Paint me with your sleep and we can wish we were assassinated by the shadows.
the bloody moors of our hopes and dreams were just a mirage
and your face melts like the sun
I know better
I was better
I am Guilty of nothing more than my own Penitence for the vice of my
ever feasting Horror.
Remove me from vanity and tie me to the street post.
the firing squad approaches....................
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