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The brutal truth in sight
Violin background plays in life
The house on fire but he still lives
The red tattooed roses turn dead leaves

She plays the devil cursing his fate
He wears dark shades to avoid hate
Empty beds, closed eyes
White sheets soaked with red ink

Popping veins that I can’t stop touching
A big decision when buying psychosis
Fire from the floor heats the soul
Tears run down the miracle walls

Dirty walls, dirty sinks
Germs follow me in my dreams
My head hurts, my head stinks
The heart pumps blood fast then slowly

Beg me to kiss your lips
Get on your knees and save me from sin
Letters delivered to my door
Unspoken words and I wrote them all

Dear Calliope I see things
The pain within a tangled spin
I have no more tears to give
They haunted me

An obsessed play of the brutal truth…