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Into the Black
Black is the blue, ICU is my new home of truth
For the lies that are pasted on the back off my skull cracks, don’t take a single word you said back
This passion I have for pain from the way you butcher my name, it’s a game
I get hit and robbed but I’ll laugh on, See me! Im the real con.
Give me all your hatred and suffering, its not even enough abuse to me, so you’re labeled as nothing
See all the darkness I emanate from one glance, while you try so hard to make people see it through a dance,
Really, my darkness beats you from the back,
All my wounds will never bleed like yours so dead and in the shade of a deep red ,
but will be so deep and purposeful that they will bleed black..
For the lies that are pasted on the back off my skull cracks, don’t take a single word you said back
This passion I have for pain from the way you butcher my name, it’s a game
I get hit and robbed but I’ll laugh on, See me! Im the real con.
Give me all your hatred and suffering, its not even enough abuse to me, so you’re labeled as nothing
See all the darkness I emanate from one glance, while you try so hard to make people see it through a dance,
Really, my darkness beats you from the back,
All my wounds will never bleed like yours so dead and in the shade of a deep red ,
but will be so deep and purposeful that they will bleed black..
Published 21st Oct 2011
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