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the balance-
I am the shadow Uncontrolled rage I am the frightened Emotional cage I am the hedon Never hold back I am true weakness Ignoring the cracks I am the ugly, the beautiful, Bold. The appealing, appalling, One to behold. I am the music Divine inspiration I am the determined. Cold motivation I am the healer Give me your hand I am Bravery Willing to stand. I am the thinker, the stalker, Young. The conquerer, the captive, I am those hung. |
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motion-
I feel my madness I sense your rage I feel my heart beat for you Against the Walls of your golden cage The sadness that Lies Touching upon veins The need is tearing me inside out But it’s You who feels the pain Twisted and shattered Fallen to the floor The Deepest seduction Is forever wanting more. |
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strung out-
Sorry I'm not miss perfect I'll try to be like you. I'll get everything I ever wanted. And whine 'bout nothing to do. I would have thoughts and feelings But you just can't let me be. It just gives me this funny feeling That you just want to oppress me. I don't have perfect feelings I'm not a perfect doll I don't have your perfect figure But you don't have it ALL. I'm just some used up rag-doll Here to boost your ego So blow me away to lift you up I guess that's how it goes So you just look me over, You look just so far DOWN. Tell me how you know what's good Deny me your acception crown. You perfect little Fashion Queen. Perfect, Empty Mind. Hey, Perfect little Cutie Doll. You're Perfect, Yet so blind? |
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descent into madness-
A twisted man A broken heart Descent into madness... This is the start The room gone cold The air grows thin He sits in isolation She’s not back again He strikes at the world He cries out her name There’s no moving beyond. Now nothing’s the same |
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beauty (under glass tears)-
Ignore the lost, the frightened The statue is so Delicate! Beautiful to behold, Fragile to the touch. Stunning. Beautiful. Intricate. When spinning wheels of mundane cars Rise above to fly afar, The past is lost, The Future bold For that loveless statue so rare to behold. Protected by glass and presented with stature, The statue pretends the glass will not shatter. For crystalline eyes and ivory skin Protects not the Angel, but Devil within. Locked inside a gilded cage, Unharmed by your own lies, Sheltered from your own sad Sins, You Hide, Pretend, Defy. A real look around, Can tear your whole life down. A glance at yourself is clearer, And could only shatter; Self's Mirror |
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