Black Tears Sour After Taste
As Death Washes Away
The Pain Is Loud
How Do I Know When The Thoughts Are Dead?
How Do I Know When The World I Live In
Doesn’t Exist? The Knives Are Shiney
The Blood Is Rotting
And The Smell Is Disgusting
But There’s Nothing Better Yet
What Can I Say To Turn Your Mind Around
What Can I Do To Make You Think My Way?
There’s No More Dreams I Can Invade
No Spiral That Tumbles Down
No Circle That Collapses In My Path
The Sky Is Red The Clouds Are Blood
And They’re Exploding Above My Head
The Red Is Falling Covering My World
That Is Non-Existant
And There’s Nothing I Can Do About It
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