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Shutting it all out it.
I don't want to hear any of this.
Facing the absence of truth.
Living in a world with no conscience.
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In your heart and mind you hear those rhymes.
But what if it isn't the way you think it sounds, the beats of words by the drops of a mouth.
The greatest stories told are the only ones that can be heard by the ears.
One interpretation, one revelation, one soul not twenty.
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There was this great tree sitting in front of me.
I know nothing of how it got so large.
All I know is of the light it hides and bends.
I sit here looking at it thinking nothing else could be so pretty.
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Oh my god there you are.
I would recognize those words anywhere.
There are so unnerving.
You lied, and now you come back to add salt to the flesh.
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I have this weakness for you.
You could rape me I wouldn't argue.
This is the affect you have.
Just burn the messages don't read a single one.
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Darling I think you are a bit confused.
I loved you.
Twisted arms flung.
You were my possession.
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This girl is so scared.
I try to tell her to be brave.
But still she seems ashamed.
Tears drop, and ask myself is it something I caused.
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Distant Memories
Shutting it all out it.
I don't want to hear any of this.
Facing the absence of truth.
Living in a world with no conscience.
You are just like me.
You are just like me.
Stabbing at the heart of the problem.
Trying to keep it secret as if the telling of it will undo everything.
Fooling ourselves.
Head in the clouds.
Living in a world with no conscience.
Face it
You are just like me.
Face it.
You are just like me.
Why should anyone believe in something so broken.
We already wasted enough time waiting for these changes.
If you will not come to us we will go to you.
Living in a world with no conscience.
Face it
You are just like me.
Face it.
You are just like me.
Just like me.
Nothing innocent about it.
I walked over bodies to get where I am at.
Destroyer, Murderous Enslaver.
Fortune behind a name.
Living in a world with no conscience.
I want it to be the way it use to be.
Face it
You are just like me.
Face it.
You are just like me.
Just like me.
We are all distant memories.
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