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SassyPhalanges
12/19/09, 06:54 AM
my hands are grey, compared to yours,
your skin is so plump and red,
I know how you would love to put a bullet in my head,
but now you just destroy me with your eyes,
you cast the first stone, and it was dead on,
my sins are now out in the open,
it makes you cower, but you now know how I feel.

(chorus) You love the sweat on my head,
you look so Alive, I feel dead,
I can feel your eyes staring at me,
for now, we are just waiting for dawn.

Does it make you laugh when he screams?
Does it make you happy when he loses control of his body?
they say they'll spare me, but it's a lie.
so I'll be rebellious till I die.
You take his pulse, then take notes,
it makes me sick how you can be so cold.

(chorus)

Now I've lost all love, all lust for life,
my imminent death is an indescribable burden,
he imagines his back pressed against the wall,
I imagine the hot lead piercing my skin,
now, I sent you on a wild goose chase,
I had no idea it would end up true