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Is It Wrong To Wait...Sharpen up the battle ax; For those about to die, we forgive your sin; But we only say these things to justify your end; Strike down with some force on the alter's speaker; Cloaked in white preaching like specific racist leaders; Blasphemy, blasphemy, just keep listening; Sont start thinking, its to late for individualityIs It Wrong To Wait...
Take us off the dance floor and replace us with a virgin slowdance; WE NEVER STOOD A CHANCE!; There was always to much praise in a holy romance; The clouds are parting, heaven is screaming; Hearing blood curtling squeals of anguish/revenge; They cant take us hunny, we'll stay right here; It's just a passing wind
Mr. Card Dealer...Break me off a peice of that catastrophe; Just a little taste of your coy misery; You've been dealing it to me for years now; Do I need to leave the table, am I no longer a respectable bidder; I'll throw the rest of my chips in, is that not enough to play; You've put on your best poker face, but I can still see your handMr. Card Dealer...
Singing from the card dealer, I'll take my winnings elsewhere; Don't con me into bankruptcy, I read it in your eyes
You've been hitting on me like a tragedy; Making me paranoid through your indecency; You used to be so pretty, but beauty ages and fades; Look at these wrinkles on your ego, your body h
The City Once Gold...Sing songs of blasphemy in angle's ears (The chorus sings with me) Pull their wings off with our screams (Cut the lines and watch them fall) Theres angst in our battle cry (The spotlight switches characters) The chariots coming to take me to the kingdom (Watch the madman drive) The driver has been shot, find a guide (Trace the shot, twist the plot) The king was beheaded, commence the war (Pull the weapon, exit stage left) Take the throne, steal the crown right off his head (Start the effects and cue the music) Set fire to the streets, stop the servants before they start (douse the stage in gasoline) &The City Once Gold...
I crave
your drama
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"What is that you express in your eyes? It seems to me more than all the words I have read in my life." - Walt Whitman
--zuckerpflaume
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Adam Maraschky
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"As leaves are to limbs, so are your words to your soul." -Mark Z. Danielewski
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