emaciated and torn asunder
thunder strikes the cold rail
pail under my chin, regurgitated
consentrated on the damage
image is gone, go to sleep
creep again, creep...look inside
ride the white dream horses hide
confide in me those darkeest hues
blues black and crimson clues
dues are paid and line been written
bitten into poison fruit, smitten
I will not hate thee, you walk upon me
see what you have done
gun still smoking...
choking and choking
following the shadow still
fill me with corosion more
explore the limits of this disaster
master, is it mine or yours?
doors into more painful pleasures
measures of pointless screams
dreams cannot stop this madness
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