SPINAL ANGEL WINGS
It's understandable, people get scared, they're as like to turn to God as anything else. God died with the gold standard. We're on to more concrete faith now. You have to rob Paul to pay Peter, there is no other way. Murder in its simplest form, but what happens when all the money is gone?
Well, money becomes a matter of faith.
Keep on claiming to be a saint,
You're the same as everyone else,
Keep changing the masks on your face,
You are digging your own grave by telling new lies, stop burying yourself,
I'm at least honest with myself,
I've a chronic diagnosis of a psychopath,
I'll feel like myself only after death,
But as long as I'm alive I will just pretend
I long for death, or rather for rest,
It's bitter to laugh, it makes me letting out some tears,
Speak for yourself, don't mention my past,
I ripped my heart out of my chest,
I got rid of weakness and turned it into AN ADVANTAGE OUT OF FEAR,
Wings sprout on my back straight from my spine,
Things still haven't changed, they're still wasting my time,
My heart and soul are still pitch black, they're better off when they're in silence,
My heart still bleeds and aches in pain,
MY SOUL'S GENERALLY CLOSED IN THE CORNER
ANGELS ARE ALL AROUND ME,
Pain behind the ribs, I CAN'T RELEASE IT THROUGH A LOUD SCREAM,
It seems to me MY BODY WILL SOON BE FOUND DEAD,
Angels are my judges,
Death will be a favor to me,
Breathing is a punishment,
The devil is the father to me...
2021-06-13 09:54:41
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