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Words From The Exit Wound


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(1st March, 2002, 12:05 AM)
My blood has mixed with acid
Flowing through burnt holes
No pain, there's nothing tragic
Just a downhill slope, my sanity rolls.
Embrace me with your laughter
Ignore me with your tears
You make my mind run faster
As my body shakes with fear.
Inject another poison
This one's getting old
You and I don't need a reason
For another slope, and sanity rolled.
You saturate me with infection
Please leave another scar
Your disease defies perfection
Tomorrow, it seems so far...
This acid they have brought me
It runs through my hand, in through my heart
Will it set me free?
Can it take me away?
Tonight, I rest this body
Let it burn, another day...