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...Thus endig the mainstream, Kicking me when I'm down, A pack of animals and a book of matches, See me in the way I see you? The female roots of all evil, To much for me? An overdose the way out, Escape from the cage? Maddness,mania,excusses! Born to die and nothing more, Express yourself in this way, Keep it close to your heart, Try it again? Emptiness is the only remaining virtue, God has forgotten about me. Who'll pay the price? I bleed for someone I think, So shall the heavens fall, Love is a sick joke, Relate to me? Or go on to something else, Callapse of trust, Covert plans unmasked! Define your intent or go away! Why does a whore hate to think? ©1998 MIRROR (Co-auther J.Batisoni) Left out here alone Sanity to uphold Faulted dreams die with me As you watch me bleed Sliced at the wrist I don't need to live Loss of my grip I won't forget The mirror is my reason Solace is what it takes Conform to my reaction Reflections' realm I break Acid dreams, disaster is yours Evil lurks beyond, The glass gate to a world, That is your own Shards of glass that rip my mind... The pain... Feeling for the damned as I am... The pain... Sacred is the fault That Rips you down Vile is its name Feeding the ground Sharpenig the edge Cutting into view Sanity defines All that's true Shards of glass that rip my mind... The pain... Feeding on the damned and their kind... The pain... Rising, Falling, It never ends. ©1993
What does the statement mean? Who keeps their promises? Show me what I've seen Commanding with a sly tone How can one escape conspiracy? Will I ever be left alone? Controled stipulations broken This is just what I don't need Love...words not to be spoken Triggering the chain reaction From what did I return? Printing the words of detraction Calmly raging in anger and lust Apathy is your addiction A soul at zero and a bag of dust ©1998 SYMBOLIC SYNC Lock them up So if they die Swear to uphold Forced plastic issue Look at the endless pages Addicted to the needs Make a living The adventure Inconsistant theft He's in the box Walk on his face first Sitting in the corner Close the box A misstress is pointless as pie What if she kills him? It was wrong Someone who makes sense Sweet sweat messages in a sheet I think I can guess Can it be built fast enough Return to me, myself Love is the sister of madness ©1998 FINAL EXECUTION No matter what this is the wrong way A child grows to be taken away From the life they deserved to live An ugly situation I can not forgive The wrong way to meet her goal Horrible prospect I can not control Not to be anything like a father So she tells me I should not bother A child will suffer for her lies The horror as a tiny soul cries I will also suffer for her deeds done In the end she feels that she has won There is only loss for three human beings The tragedy of it is really worth seeing Don't let your heart be fooled by lust Don't create with one you can not trust Only broken lives will be left in your wake The dignity of others is what you will take To this end I find no sedation For the agony of my own creation ©1998
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