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why do i continue with a journey that has caused me horrible pain
or maybe it's made me smile, i can't tell anymore
under the grass, a beautiful angel lies with tears beneath his lids
lying with a peaceful grace, he cries for corruption
dead from the corruption that he so despises

you seem to think i shouldn't care, while you go about your fascist lives
overriding my screams of Nine Inch Nails coming to get me in my sleep
understand, i'm not all there when i'm like that

maybe i'm wrong, and i should burn my hair and paint my body
i do it all for HIM, when there's no reason for me to give him attention
six forty-nine, do you know where my heart went?
snuck away to purgatory, to cry, forever out of reach of eternal glory

myriads of images of what i wanted to be float by as she screams
eradicate the nicotine patches, she's addicted to them by now

is she in pain? she sounds like her heart has been snatched
forever hiding her tears behind ocean blue eyes

i wonder what she feels

does she think i'm some crazy teen too?
i bet he would if he could see me now
exacto, exactly
dry up, my pretty

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