Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Sometimes, I hate the voices
Around here lives terror,
Rattling bones and shaking foundations.
Ready to attack, I'm armed with
Nothing but gravel in my voice.
I slaughter my words as they
Bounce from my tongue,
Falling to the ground like snow,
Then melting forever.
I cannot hide anymore, take
One knife to the back and you're a hero.
I'll walk wounded, letting the
Life drain slowly from me,
Satisfied that my power has been restored
To this dying fetus of a person.
Only I will know that I'm a fraud,
While people sing my praises.
Between me and God, we've got it covered.
12-22-10
Rattling bones and shaking foundations.
Ready to attack, I'm armed with
Nothing but gravel in my voice.
I slaughter my words as they
Bounce from my tongue,
Falling to the ground like snow,
Then melting forever.
I cannot hide anymore, take
One knife to the back and you're a hero.
I'll walk wounded, letting the
Life drain slowly from me,
Satisfied that my power has been restored
To this dying fetus of a person.
Only I will know that I'm a fraud,
While people sing my praises.
Between me and God, we've got it covered.
12-22-10
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Sometimes, I hate the voices
Sometimes, I hate the voices
