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You should like it, the scratching is fucking magic! Just LISTEN TO IT! There's plenty more where that came from. Awesome fucking Lryics.
My paradise is gone, and you have thirty seconds to wake up From a nightmare with a flooding rush Of memories like this one, Caressing your inventive side I find pride is my enemy most of the time Obsessed with finding answers, guided by voices The choices I've made have been cancerous Suppose this were you, tell me how would you live Energy all spent, with nothing left to give Except a rib and your blessing to be free Doesn't sound much like a fair trade to me Obviously it was finding the better of both worlds No matter how much it hurts, and we both deserve The company we keep to let us get good sleep I'm not weak right now, but it's not worth it to eat It was never part of the plan to end up like this And I'm not trying to die for the things I can't admit
This morning I woke up, the ceiling was spinning My eyes couldn't adjust, the sun was beginning To pry open the shades and burn through cotton skies I reached over to hold you but you were cold as night The room was hot, but your body felt different I tried to wake you up, but your head never lifted I was whispering into your ear "please don't leave" She was sleeping in gods arms where I couldn't reach Her face was against my chest, the silence was singing The song of innocence, feeling like children again The moment was stuck, I couldn't breathe I screamed for someone to help us up here... please Nobody was there, just me and my love Wrapped up in the blankets that meant so much Touching her skin against mine the life slipped away God stole my heart, but left my body here to stay
Went to sleep early, You have to be at school by 8 Got out my flashlight to write and not keep her awake, I stay up too late, always tired in the morning, She's kisses me goodbye while I'm half asleep yawning, It's not that I'm lazy; I've got things to do, Not trying to say my art is more important that you, My epiphanies are killing me, but I'm keeping it quiet, I love to see see angels painting on the inside of her eyelids, Locked at the legs, if I move she'll wake up, So I stay in this position till my whole body's numb, When the room is still, I write to the rhythm of her pulse, But it's always perfect speed so my thoughts are never rushed Sometimes you roll over and try to mumble goodnight, I laugh because your hair is always sticking up to the right, Brush it away from your face because your smile is on, Whisper goodnight to my love and turn my flashlight off.
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