My fall from grace, a walk through fields of thorns dragging my pride's entrails
Trust as cruel as the eye can burn
My mind cannot fathom the many snapped ties that hold me down
Scream from my chest and my heart cries out loud
Blood thrown to the soul
Now it's true this was a joke
We walked as angels, but with cracked wings
What light inspired us was all illusion
We were never good for this sort of thing
The wicked tempest of trust's caress
I am nothing but the shell
A shadow of a boy
And we broke through the ties
I
Am
Fading
Now
Mimic these smiles to fake sunny days
And threatening words with the cold velvet tongues
Like the arm's soft embrace
And the furies soft pain in my lungs and I breathe
Sick but still with nowhere left to go
I'm not another bullet in the chamber of liars
Love is joke, and I am the twisted little punchline
So laugh, laugh, laugh to pacify the need to cry
Bones and all so I fly to my hollow expectations
My Icarus wings trip the light
A fantastic spectacle into the ground














Devious Comments
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Selling out to Hollywood comes with a price. So does not selling out. Either way, you pay in full, and yes, it invariably hurts like hell.
"PUDDING!"
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IED IS YOUR FAVORITE BAND!
it's nice, are u turning this an IED song?
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Oooo! un boton magico!
A MAGIC BUTTON
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IED IS YOUR FAVORITE BAND!
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