But I go only go by the language I know
I am not about to make amends
About all that I don’t understand
And I see no wrong in pushing you away
Thinking it’s all a waste of time
Caricatures abound in my head
Of foolish notions and ideas that break
Creaking and reeking with the stench of the dead
Blood let and let loose
Proverbial fantasies to boot
And the lack of rescue when all hope is gone
Alive, awake, broken and bored
“He was a rock n roll messiah, she was known for her childcare, the truth is gonna give up the world, if you can give up the stage” – Edward Kowalczyk
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