Caliban Hicks

The boy sits in his big house and feels crushed
He holds his girlfriend but his heart is still mush
The pop of the pistol
It rings out louder than cymbols
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Nights are always the worst
The ghosts come up the street in their herse
They come for your sanity
And stay for your suffering
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The thought makes me sick
The sound of the click
Comes out of the dark
Like a hunting shark
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Come and take me
Give me the key
So i can change my destiny
This pain is too much
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Caliban is a freak
He can't go to sleep
The dreams haunt him
And he embraces them
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The hardships and trial
All that defials
The one that i love
I want to shove
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The question will torture you
It will tear you apart
You may never get an answer
Even though you search endlessly
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The drink and the leaf
They call to all like me
Those who have lost
The forgotten of God
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Thoughts
What are they
Are they the ramblings of the subconscious
Or are they the hidden ideas you try to avoid
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