Smiling Illusion

With a world on fire, and a head full of self-destruct

I'll keep this composure for your grin

It's the emotion that keeps your teeth white

But it's the one that's cutting my veins

And I guess it's the juice that keeps me in place

I guess I'll be your dog on chain if you be my dealer

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Well as long as you're artificially content,

I guess my destruction is worth the nickel

Threaten suicide with a common atrophy dose

I'll kiss you with pity and calm musing

Could you just give me like 5 fucking minutes?

It's okay, sorry I broke the illusion

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Your own personal disgust is possessing me

I can't keep drying your wet eyes

Caked in a deprecating mascara

You fail to realize that the gun to your head,

It's really being shot at me

And I can't keep dealing with this loss of blood

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