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IT WAS A LIE WHEN THEY SMILED

AND SAID,

“YOU WON’T FEEL A THING”.





In this moment we can't close the lids on burning eyes. Our memories blanket us with friends we know like fallout vapors. Steel corpses stretch out towards an ending sun, scorched and black. It reaches in and tears your flesh apart, as ice cold hands rip into your heart... That's if you've still got one that's left inside that cave you call a chest.

And after seeing what we saw, can we still reclaim our innocence?
And if the world needs something better, let's give them one more reason now!





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viernes, 18 de febrero de 2011

Fate is an elegant, cold-hearted whore.
She loves salting my wounds.
Yes, she enjoys nothing more.
I bleed confidence from deep within my guts now.
I'm the king of this pity party with my jewel encrusted crown.

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