~Lost inside, feeling down
Searching for proof is ill-advised
~The crowd gathers, this'll be good.
Searching for proof is ill-advised
~The crowd gathers, this'll be good.
A perfect fit for this disproportionate rite
~The way I do it, you know, burning to quench
Gaspes roar along with smoke dissipating
~In the time remaining I hold my breath
Testing my durability, slice and gash
~Is it going deep enough for you?
Lacerations ½ inch less than desired
~It's funny how you find satisfaction or whatever it is you like to call it
~Pop it in your spankbank, along with the others.
~The way I do it, you know, burning to quench
Gaspes roar along with smoke dissipating
~In the time remaining I hold my breath
Testing my durability, slice and gash
~Is it going deep enough for you?
Lacerations ½ inch less than desired
~It's funny how you find satisfaction or whatever it is you like to call it
~Pop it in your spankbank, along with the others.
I know you've found something in my discomfort to use against me.
~Go ahead... break the skin
It'll heal, ready to be cut again
~Go ahead... break the skin
It'll heal, ready to be cut again
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Author:
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- Category: Sad
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