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Playing God, The Creator
from behind closed doors
i craft my identity
i create myself
in my own image
fuck god
fuck creation
fuck the big bang
this is the dawn of all time all over again
i fight everything
the ignorance of man
the growing melodrama
this awful excuse for existance
fuck it all
cobain and lennon are in my basement
alive and well
despite guns
despite murder
despite the lies of drugs
despite it all
despite so caled suicide
i have the solution
refill your fucking prescription
check your mirror
fuck keeping your eyes on the road
keep them on you
keep them on the god you see in you
and drive right off this cliff
this cliff that calls out to me
shaking
sweating
bleeding, the life escapes me
suicide is painless
i let the life flow
from this worthless mess of flesh and bones
paint the town with my decaying organs
the portrait
the legacy
just remember
i created you
i created this hell
shallow, yet deep
emotionally masochistic
your god
yet unlike christ
who will remember me
when im gone
