From the unknown masses
To the garden of the last bees
We’re but a petty creed
Can you spell me out my caskets name to illuminate the crowd
You never know your cowardice personally
Until you take her out
Penalties and depts be damned
All the bonds that make me frown
No matter how thick they’ve grown
Are’nt we friends Horatio?
It’s nothing personal
Only time has shown we’re not better then the shun out
So please fill my perforated teeth with your wisdom, to bend my knee
The churches are shut down
Where am I supposed to go now?
Tiny hands show me the way to the busy street
I’m welcome where no one can see me sleep
Heap me to my destiny
I’ve picked the infantile
I love the sophistry
I’m the bastard to be unborn again and again
I only see masters where there is mastery
No amendment in abandonment
The only chance I know is the second one
„So shall I get rid of it?“
„No way in hell!“
He said with uncertainty
A lovely cancer has begotten her
To haunt her ‚til the very end
Come embrace me one last time
Before my tears will drown a figment of infancy
The churches are shut down
Where am I supposed to go now?
Tiny hands show me the way to the busy street
I’m welcome where no one can see me sleep
Heap me to my destiny
There is no escape
My love will be unanswered
While my lies and imperfections come to a conclusion
I’ve betrayed my friends and loved ones
The only back I can’t stab is my own
The only back I can’t stab is my fucking own
Please ring the bell for me one last time
I just love the sound of my life ticking by
Shut the doors, clean the porch before the dog comes strolling nigh
Waiting to be shot, a headache gone, a relieving sigh
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