Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Can you really be a desert when you cry?
I created a famine,
Leaked the blood from
The vein, dried the
Body out and saw
The varied perceptions
Of increased insanity.
I would be dead by dignity,
So overflowing with
Joy at finally resting in
A grave made only of
My fickle laughter.
I look forward to morning,
Until I realized I'd robbed myself of that.
10-5-10
Leaked the blood from
The vein, dried the
Body out and saw
The varied perceptions
Of increased insanity.
I would be dead by dignity,
So overflowing with
Joy at finally resting in
A grave made only of
My fickle laughter.
I look forward to morning,
Until I realized I'd robbed myself of that.
10-5-10
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Can you really be a desert when you cry?
Can you really be a desert when you cry?
