The government, they want me dead For now and evermore King Solomon cut off my head And sold it to the poor Gone are my rights, but that's just life There's more of that in store A newborn cries; they're filled with strife They didn't choose this world Welcome to reality I hope your soul gets crushed You wanna make a change? Well there's nothing you can do Just start to pray that you don't get abused We don't want to live in hell any more Where the hand that feeds loves to ignore You are just their own personal whore Wet footprints all over the floor I don't really know about you But I cannot stand the pain So get up and fight in the name of a new day Existentially stigmatized Though I didn't have a choice All the chanting's been corporatized You can barely hear one's voice Open up your bloodied eyes And look past all the noise Underneath the suits and ties Are the ones who make the ploys Unaware they're empty inside When profits fill their fading husks Look at those around you They aren't in charge of t heir fate Don't just stare when their time's almost too late We don't want to burn in hell for no crimes Where the only thing left is to look to the sky Ripped out our sight; filled sockets with lies And the ones responsible run all our lives But please don't choose to give up yet Because that is how they win When the only thing left for them is to indulge in sin We don't want to live in hell any more Where the hand that feeds loves to ignore You are just their own personal whore Wet footprints all over the floor I don't really know about you But I cannot stand the pain So get up and fight in the name of a new day

Touch my chest Slowly I caress Your figure (it's so holy) Every kiss Kills me I love being taken by you I never want to be free Pulverize (me) Hypnotize (me) Cripple my legs and let me lie here For your gift of all of my remaining years Your embrace (face) Your sweet taste (lace) You're a goddess who should be revered And I have to admit that you're on who should be feared Arrows may pierce through my heart But you cut straight through This will be the time I start To love my wounds The pain you bring feels so good Oh my beautiful labrys I will gladly cut off my ring finger for you Move my hands Around your grip Sensory Aggravation (please don't stop it) I will gladly Die If I'm guaranteed that in heaven You'll never have to leave my side Sacrifice (me) All my vice (me) Put me down to rest in my grave There's nothing left to do now that I have been saved So sensual (pull) Your chemicals (soul) No matter what I will surely cave I am lucky to be your voluntary slave Arrows may pierce through my heart But you cut straight through This will be the time I start To love my wounds The pain you bring feels so good Oh my beautiful labrys I will gladly cut off my ring finger for you ... And so it is in this moment that I lie and waste away, longing for your touch in an abyss of my own creation A realm spawned solely from the dirt on the ground and the mental anguish that is a byproduct of exhaustion with existence We all return to that same dirt one day And I don't want to go there without you

Why can't I get these thoughts out of my head? Hate and scorn fill in where I once was torn Crush me while I'm already filled with dread Can't you see the scars once carved in my core? Take me out to see some place that is new Don't care where; just get me out of here Can't stand to think these things while I'm with you I feel God's stare; his piercing glare still seers I don't want to Any more I don't want to What is it for I don't want to No, not again No, can't defend No, make this end Hide me someplace where I can't find myself Protect me from the devil that is regret Just after I got back to where I fell It grabs my legs and forces me to descend Lost and hurt about what this means for me I'm too scared; please lend me your hand to mend Nameless people tell me to wait and see But I don't bet; I know what'll happen then I don't want to Any more I don't want to What is it for I don't want to No, not again No, can't defend No, make this end (Something is holding you back) Holding fast with just a finger's grasp A wish is cast; maybe this will be the last Nerves are wrecked; my skull is broken glass Body's passed; hope's the one thing I still have I don't want to Any more I don't want to What is it for I don't want to No, not again No, can't defend No, make this end

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I have a headache Killing me Some sort of vague feeling Takes a hold of me Don't need no others To change my train of thought A state of unconsciousness That tears me apart What is it inside you that causes you to be so insufferable All of the notes on the keyboard are making me uncomfortable Why does it have to plague my every thought Free association is what's making me distraught ... Improvisation Of the purest sort Inner reflections Rushed from the heart Are beautiful In an odd sort of way The human mind Begs to be understood by itself A work of art That creates it for its own self All of that trash that clogs it up A piece of transcendentalism Free form painting of the best and worst sort You create all our wars and all our love

Razor burns all over my thighs Chemicals that I despise Slice my breasts take out my eyes Skin so red I want to die Only money can fix the problem My oppressors can fix the problem My abusers can fix the problem The women must kill the problem Rip out my connection to above Umbilical chord floating in the bath tub My chains keep me locked with my love These stains are what make the problem The solution Located bedside A beauty of terror Existence so divine Years spent wasted Waiting for the time I could finally For once feel alive Everything's been building up to this A spiraled shell under my belt Everything up to here has been worth it After almost hearing bells There's no more time to be wasted After giving up so much My own safety, I faced it I challenged it and won Razor burns all over my thighs Chemicals that I despise Must be left to surmise Happiness is found inside It only can be found inside

As it slowly creeps up on me A complicated sense of urgency Panicking there while I collapse My torso's nothing more than a golden prolapse Ruler of them all sitting on her throne She quivers there reflecting on her broken bones To be sucking on such an unrighteous teat While death and fresh blood linger on the street Nobody cares about what has unfolded But it must be because their shotguns aren't loaded They'll reject their regal and caster her aside Who agrees that everything's justified The power and corruption can't be held by a ghost Who knows nothing less: that which binds to their post Chains cling to earth until they do their service They oblige because they know that it's their purpose Centuries wrought with pain and dysfunction Forgive me for the things I haven't done Please tell me I have not hurt someone Please say that my control is none Repenting doesn't make this dissipate I never chose to be born yesterday Ripping guilt apart in every way I'm spending my life making sure I repay (Nothing really matters anymore) (Nothing every truly matters) Psyche shatters from the constant imaging Inconceivable amounts of suffering The lack of all of the world's spices Does nothing to alleve' short-sighted vices To give what one can in the name of altruism Could allay the heart's innate masochism But no matter how much the self is ordained Doesn't aid the fabric of the soul that's stained Your horrific minds aren't one of a kind Amongst the countless others and their teeth that grind "I'm not like the others," is what I tend to say But I'm terrified there lies something deep kept at bay There's one final thing I'd like to convey In this bullshit poem of grey and decay If I somehow fail in my act of penance Promise me that I'll be given the death sentence Centuries wrought with pain and dysfunction Forgive me for the things I haven't done Please tell me I have not hurt someone Please say that my control is none Repenting doesn't make this dissipate I never chose to be born yesterday Ripping guilt apart in every way I'm spending my life making sure I repay Ripping guilt apart in every way I'm spending my life making sure I repay

I have transcended flesh and have sacrificed my soul to metal I am a danger to mankind but that may be for the best I am the next step of oppression for better or for worse Has God decided we've gone too far yet? Where should the line be drawn? What constitutes as life in the first place? And who are we to decide? We must escape our primitive forms to make progress We must go through a subhuman afterbirth