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| Untitled 2 by Aaron Johson |
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you call this a diary?
but it's all been planned out for you
just like a royal you know everything
or so you say
bring back her mother's scars
so she can see the world's not so easy
bring the pictures of the dead
so she can feel something
bring the medicine you call cyanide
it will cure you from all of your pain
i promise you wont feel a thing
ever again
you'll be numb
some say dead
but you'll be ignorant to the pain
you used to bare
bury her under the gallows
where we hung her to make sure she was dead
torture the victims of her sins
so we can finally show some power
some back bone with no restraint
"I'm sorry dear, our daughter was a saint"
bring the medicine you call cyanide
it will cure you from all of your pain
i promise you wont feel a thing
ever again
you'll be numb
some say dead
but you'll be ignorant to the pain
you used to bare
bury the mother atop the daughter
and let our king rule in corruption.
Tags : alternative electronic indie unsigned Aaron Johnson Untitled |
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Affichage : 35
Durée : 644 s |
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