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Sit down and listen to me spin My tale of mortal and immortal sin Of beauty and skin so pink that Its truly a pity now that she's extinct She puts the lotion on it's skin Or else it gets the hose again Down in the hole she screams But that's fine I've a metal screen That shields me from the noise While I sit in the dark and play with my toys She puts the lotion in the basket If not, she'll get the casket!

Banging your head against a brick wall, More often than not will yield nothing at all. Like the mystery of  a  pure white page It cannot (without writing) make you a sage Banging your head against a brick wall, More often than not will be your downfall Unless you break through and find what you need You'd find the answer faster if you would just read You need to read, you see, you need to turn that page, You need to fall, you see, to really become a sage. So break through if you want, break through that wall Because to find the answer you're searching for, You and everybody else need to take a fall.

There's a house on the corner, With windows as dark as their  owner And no matter how much I warned her, Not to go there, she went, now they mourn her. She laughed at me, called me a brat, Walked right up, stood on the doormat, Owner opened up and I saw him attack, He drug her inside "Well Curiousity, did kill the cat." Body never found, I Saw him bury it in the ground And even helped him level it down I sighed and left a headstone for her crown The house is filled with death and gore, I would know, I've been there before He won't hurt me not anymore He's mine so I can walk through that door. Him and I, we live in sin, When

Am I crazy? Or am I sane? I'm so blind I can't divine What's happened to me? What happened to them? One stupid mistake caused me to lose my friends. The world around me is the best, But being stuck inside cleaning up the blood Of my murdered friends (by my unobservant hand), gives me unrest. Last night before I closed the doors, I didn't smell the gases' odor, and When Bob lit up his cigarette they were all blown to the floor I could have saved them if I wasn't chasing a speeder With my red and blue's, and now I don't know what to do. Bob has a shrapnel through his head, And John, blown to pieces, is simply dead. Kept from

I've been here all this time, but I guess that doesn't matter to you. I held you up, do you think that She'll do that for you? Lying, loving, playing games with my heart, you made me trust then tore that apart. I told you my fears, my hopes my dreams. I opened up, showed you everything. I told you my secrets again and again, and this is how you let it end. Love isn't dead, its just mine for you, I have to tell myself its true. I now know deep in my heart you weren't meant to be a part, a part of my life my plans my dreams. You aren't as perfect as you seemed. No one is really, but I think I deserve someone who isn't going to lie to me. I