(unfinished) 2 in Everything and Nothing

  • March 8, 2014, 2:07 a.m.
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Put it to theory all you want
There is just more to me then you thought
I do not lie and I will not beg
I will not be your project

Object of mind
I become the thought
Twisted emotions
Pour down with the pain you brought me

Everyday we lay awake
None the less we remain in that dream state
Fixed in anguish
Like a seed it grows

Failure into failure
Ignorant it shows
I become the slave
I become the show
Inside nobody really knows

We evolve and find ourselves alone
This twisted path we chose
Secrets forgotten and left behind
Curtains pulled back there is nothing but lies


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