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No one told me of the monsters
With their teeth and their
Complacent wives with vacant eyes
I've
Never known a day in my life
Where somebody, anybody
Ain't telling me they're suprised
I
Haven't hung myself in my
Childish nature,
But this game we are playing
Needs a saviour
To continue
And the business I've
Been through
Is too cruel
To be anywhere close to
Saving anyone, nevermind you
Or the lives, I've burnt out
To feel like anyone else
I seek absolution.
Instead when I kneel before God
All I taste is your blood and the
Constitution of a whore.
I've always wanted to be something more.
We'll Teach you what God tastes like
Everyday of your life
You'll hate the sunrise
And the lies
It always reminds you of
You'll hate the days
The shades of grey
That will always haunt you
And everything you do
Oh I'll die hating you.
Yeah
We'll teach you what God tastes like
Everyday of your life
You'll hate the sunrise
And the lies
It always reminds you of
You'll hate the days
The shades of grey
I'll take this hatred to my grave
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Polite Puking
01:33
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I'm not much more
Than the metaphors
Open sores, and burning skin.
Just run me through the wash again
I'm not much more
Than the scraps left at the end of your fork
Bought off the man next door
Scrape clean the layers of my skin
Maybe I'll feel something
Lick the blood from my wounds
It's your turn to be a good girl
There's not much to it just
Be polite while you're puking
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Ophiuchus Thunder Bay, Ontario
Erratic ramblings of a girl who can't stay sober.
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