Jay Curster

They are unmistakable and perversely profound
Words of reproach that echo from the ground
I’m dying to know who in hell loathes me so
Do you hear the voices see the faces
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It was one fine day in the middle of may
And I was drinking my barely and hops
When I left the bar and got into my car
No sooner did I get pulled by the cops
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If the devils are bad and the angels are good
Then why has this fairy bearing light who stood
In the middle of hell and tempted me there
With pleasures that I speak not now do I dare
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It was a hot day in an evil land
When the devil took me by the hand
He said look and take what you please
But in turn bow down on one knee
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When I first set eyes upon her silhouette
Before our eyes met
I felt her warmth inside
Inhaled her sent deep in my mind
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I hate those fools who write about love
As if it were real begotten from above
Love is a word that has no depth
Not like Hate, torture and death
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Can you love when your heart is so cold
Love on your lips and lies in your eyes unfold
You’ve convoluted the truth of what is real
How can you love when you don’t want to heal
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I’m so tired of the lies that compromise my fate
And these pills that kill the emotions I waist
The dead life hateful wife the tears I taste
To undue my birth back to earth in haste
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My mind is sick, my heart is ill
The crosses burn up on that hill
It’s a sea of death to and fro
The smell of burnt flesh, vertigo
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