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Lugubriosity
don't cry of what becomes of me
my suicide
be happy...cuz ill be
i have nothing more
to live for....
surrounded by pain and choked by horror
beaten by the devil who stole my soul from a dream catcher
with my demon army of which i am the castor
take a pale and wash the sins out of my house
but no matter how hard you scrub tear stains dont come out
take my mother's rum and empty it down the sink
take all my father's words and slamming that leave a sting
there isn't enough pale hands to go around
but yet i give my heart to all
i lend an ear when a soldier falls
and return to the ground when the devil calls
