C. Bake Baker

One man, molded to his faith
no man can ever be replaced.

Things don't work out the way they should
and all of my dreams are misunderstood.
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Momma's little baby, I'm sorry I've been so wrong
Sweet child of mine was taken away locked up far too long
I've lost the way you look in ripples of my mind
No more memories of the days, I left them all behind
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I used to be a preacher,
that only thanked God at night
I would force my prayers deep inside
and show them all I was right
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She's just as silent as a
lost little child
And she wears her heart on her chest
She's just a broken
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Endless trips, you shut me down
The fear in me begins to frown
Nightly wonders left for me
the only things I'll ever need
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Question me, It never stops
Holy water, soiled drops
Stake me down, highway lines
Luscious smile, can always try
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We forsake our ambitions into a name
Colors disgraced and filed insane
Fling off emotion, apostate in your head
made obsolete and worthless, fickle to the dead
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Plastic Fantastic, pocket of a car,
left in the stair well, last to mend scars
Proof of the unknown, status of a cause,
cheaters never prosper, liars never wash
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The bruises on my heart and mind may never heal,
and the love that she told me once may have not been real
Diseased and unaware, seed was sown, tears were shed
Canopies on liar's fraud, guilt and pain and dread
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Bitter love, always wrong, never know how far
things will go, and begin, dont even know who you are

Proud lines fade, days earased, exactly where we go
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Rotting youth, spent too much to keep
Days of pain, night of shapeless wonders
Reasons to live are gone, wasted and splintered in nameless sleep

Lights are gone, lonlier than me, they slowly flicker off
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Redemption, however soiled by the truth,
must sometimes be remembered

Our mistakes in life help us progress,
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Clutching the arm of a redden ash chair,
reaching for something in the folds of her hair.
He pulled a small piece of those proud fearless strands
and realized the effect of her long-soughted plans.
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The harlot feels her head cave in,
Squeezing blood from her ovaries.

Final action of God’s final child
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Never had the choice to someday curse the chore
Made a empty promise and brought you back for more
Cover up my arrogance and let nature take its course
Something lost and taken from me, leaving full remorse
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Voices have fallen down, in cluttered little rooms
Fate will sometimes pass us by, with something lost too soon

Some days are weak in our restraint, where have they all gone?
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I ain't got an arm to hold you.
I've got no time to be home
Better to stay and lie around
than leave and be alone?
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Blonde Goddess, liar of a lifetime
Fate aflame with madness,
hardy ambitions peppered with doubt
your forgiveness, drunk and enraged,
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Samples of time, tolerance drains.
Skin vibrates against bones, flushing blood to brains

Black handed baseline accommodations, burning away all our soft skin,
Doomed to never find out where to finally begin.
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Time has no such place at all,
certain light just before the fall.
No one can ever get it right
and no such luck can never fight.
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