THE SIEGE WAS SOMETHING HE WANTED- SOMETHING HE NEEDED
TO LICK CLEAN THIS PLATE OF SELF ABUSE- THE WAVES OF SCABS ON HIS SLEEVE
HIS FOREARM ACCOUNT WAS STOCKED- KNIFE BY KNIFE
THE SUN AND MOON WOULD KNOCK AS THEY CAME TO CHANGE THEIR POST
AND HIS DARK IGNORED THE DAYS x2
SAVE ME A SEAT AT THE BANQUET OF REDEMPTION
MY DEFAULT NECKLACE SUPERVISED THE FLOW
OF MY PRIDE TO MY REASONING
I BROUGHT A LIST BUT IT'S SHORTER THAN THE TRUTH
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IMAGE IN THE MIRROR, SO SUNKEN, SO DEAD
SO HARD TO RELATE TO- ALL HE HEARS IS AN ECHO
OF ALL THAT'S BROKE IN HIS HANDS
TRUST IS BOUGHT AND SOLD BY EMOTIONS HE CANNOT COMPREHEND
AS IF HE WOULD WANT TO x2
SAVE ME A SEAT AT THE BANQUET OF REDEMPTION
MY DEFAULT NECKLACE SUPERVISED THE FLOW
OF MY PRIDE TO MY REASONING
I BROUGHT A LIST BUT IT'S SHORTER THAN THE TRUTH
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Don't we think there's something wrong
with all this boredom festered mess?
And it stabs my thoughts to excess
why we can't stay beautiful / pure for a while