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Description
Tight cords strap me to this cold death bed
bright warmth flowing out, staining everything red.
and deserve it I might
still I scream
try to explain myself
But the words tumble out
landing in misshapen chunks,
my heart spilling like
overly sweet vomit--
not so beautiful the second time around
and I find even I do not
quite understand
myself.

I'm lost in this maze of
pride in myself and devotion to you
poisonous need and necessary understanding
searing pain and overflowing ecstasy

And I cannot explain myself
but certainly, you can see?

My heart beats erratically before you
such stunning red sweet syrup flowing
reaching desperately out to you
yet you turn so quickly away
do you not see?

no, you must
for you stifle a tremor in your lips
and, with a look of disgust in your eye
that would make even the highest of gods
ashamed,
you shake my touch from your skin

maybe this is called for
lord knows my mistakes are not few
but
Can't you see I'm trying?
Drowning in my own persistence
Losing a constant battle with
this everlasting lie
we call
reality

and I'm dreaming
and wishing
even praying
that hope still exists--
has not been
trampled
strangled
smothered
by the cold hard hands of
"truth"

but what is the use of my desperate prayer?
If this "god" had any pity
he would simply shut this
defective invention of his
down

But death laughed in my face
when I asked him
to court me

And I looked the devil in the eyes
and he shuddered
Yeah, Satan himself turned away from me

See, maybe I'm very wrong
or maybe I'm utterly right
but if neither wants me,
on which side do I fall?

we'll wave this custody court session away
with the jury locked in their sound proof lair
to gossip and judge behind closed doors
and we'll forget I ever happened

Bleach the dark blood stains
a perfect white.

Yank the cord.
Cut the power.

Push the button.
count to seven.
Push it again.
I'll start myself over yet.

Cause I'm throwing up my hands
forfeiting this fight
The moon lights fire to a charcoal sky
I refuse to waste this night.

Description
Tight cords strap me to this cold death bed
bright warmth flowing out, staining everything red.
and deserve it I might
still I scream
try to explain myself
But the words tumble out
landing in misshapen chunks,
my heart spilling like
overly sweet vomit--
not so beautiful the second time around
and I find even I do not
quite understand
myself.

I'm lost in this maze of
pride in myself and devotion to you
poisonous need and necessary understanding
searing pain and overflowing ecstasy

And I cannot explain myself
but certainly, you can see?

My heart beats erratically before you
such stunning red sweet syrup flowing
reaching desperately out to you
yet you turn so quickly away
do you not see?

no, you must
for you stifle a tremor in your lips
and, with a look of disgust in your eye
that would make even the highest of gods
ashamed,
you shake my touch from your skin

maybe this is called for
lord knows my mistakes are not few
but
Can't you see I'm trying?
Drowning in my own persistence
Losing a constant battle with
this everlasting lie
we call
reality

and I'm dreaming
and wishing
even praying
that hope still exists--
has not been
trampled
strangled
smothered
by the cold hard hands of
"truth"

but what is the use of my desperate prayer?
If this "god" had any pity
he would simply shut this
defective invention of his
down

But death laughed in my face
when I asked him
to court me

And I looked the devil in the eyes
and he shuddered
Yeah, Satan himself turned away from me

See, maybe I'm very wrong
or maybe I'm utterly right
but if neither wants me,
on which side do I fall?

we'll wave this custody court session away
with the jury locked in their sound proof lair
to gossip and judge behind closed doors
and we'll forget I ever happened

Bleach the dark blood stains
a perfect white.

Yank the cord.
Cut the power.

Push the button.
count to seven.
Push it again.
I'll start myself over yet.

Cause I'm throwing up my hands
forfeiting this fight
The moon lights fire to a charcoal sky
I refuse to waste this night.