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Limbo
YEAH!
Cracks in your agenda,
Things you can't explain
PSEUDO-PSYCHOTIC
Its fucking erotic,
I'm done with drinking your piss
LIMITING THE DAMNED
Torn apart!
Consumed, Blinded and condemned
Theres this fire in me
I wish all to see,
Incinerate and then creat!
Cleanse the shit
Make no sense!
I'm not an ape
In your fucked up lab
Go test you anthrax
On some other
Misserable soul you helped to creat
Its THERE
I can feel it,
Calling
IT WANTS TO DIE
We're all fucking canibals!
We're all without regret!
I'll survive your bullets,
Because FUCK YOU,
You know no better,
You're just fucked up
Molested and bitter
GOD
The limits of the dead!
I'm not the only one
Tell me I'm not the only clown
ONE
Nothing's wrong with me!
TWO
I won't pay your fee!
THREE
Fuck away from me!
Happy birthday
I like it, but what is 'it' ?
I like it, but what is 'it' ? I read it over and over and is it supposed to be what is inside people that makes them miserable?
............
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
'It' is whatever you make it
'It' is whatever you make it to be. You're idea is as good as many, since, really, poeple who are not happy tie their unhappiness to anything.
A girl, yourself, the environment, society. It is both one of them, and all of them together.
I see. I liked
I see. I liked it.
..........
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "