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Sentient Puppet (sentientpuppet) wrote,
@ 2004-03-09 13:45:00
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    Current mood: disappointed
    Current music:BSF -:- After The Eulogy (Rock on ADAM, my everything!)

    My life in the knife trade.......

    how many times have i noticed that our eyes hardly ever meet
    from your judgment seat i can feel the anger for my very being
    fill me in
    when you became such a big part of my life
    that i should bother with all your lies designed to bring me down
    wrong again
    don't depend
    on any reaction again
    i remember the icy walls that shot up from nowheres
    i can see every lie that you ever told yourself
    you bleed me dry and i don't ask why but i'm left with the dust
    judas kiss i dismiss thank you all for this i am untouched
    i am untouched
    wait again i'm not through with the screaming
    i contend that you've got nothing better to do
    trade my life for a barrel of gold
    find someone else before i get too old
    if i live my life for aesthetic gain
    will you repay me with all your shame

    i can see every light inside your brain
    go on every time i walk by for noise and whispers
    your comfort in my suffering is no longer disturbing
    i'm lost beyond your petty stopwatch in life's real time


    in life's real time
    wait again i'm not through with the screaming
    i contend that you've got nothing better to do
    trade my life for a barrel of gold
    find someone else before i get too old
    if i live my life for aesthetic gain
    will you repay me with all your shame

    don't get up i was leaving the room
    and when the door of your judgment swings back around again
    maybe i'll stop to watch your act and i'll go on my way
    i've seen quite enough of too many childish games i'm ashamed of every moment that i ever gave them the time of day
    all the worst of enemies are somehow always friends that used to be


    all the worst of enemies are somehow always friends that used to be
    will you repay me with all your shame.....

    Too much shame and I allowed you, but no longer, Chris....no more.
    You can have your life, your wealth all of the luxury that you've so earned....
    But I know who was there in the beginning,
    I know.

    FUCK YOU.



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