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Look at this face with all it's scars,

look at the heavens and the falling stars.

Can you see the coming of all ages?

Can you see how the fires of hell rages?

I am full of pain,

but listen carefully because acid falls amongst the rain

and it will burn not only your soul but it will puncture your heart.

Listen to me because the time has come for you to gather real close.

I am not the first and I will not be the last

to be guided into a fool's cold blooded cast

where there is no rain or shine,

and where your 'real' self,til death do us part,is mine.

I wish I may, I wish I might,

turn on turn on the light

but my hands are tied and my wrists are bleeding

and all the stains marking me are not receeding.

I feel like my vision's blurred

so the line between enemy and friend has become obscured.

I don't dance, for the fear of dancing with the devil himself.

Now you know why I live my life on the shelf.

I hear whispers in the winds, I see faces at nightfall,

I am not deaf to the voices that force me to recall.

I don't want to know what I hate to hear,

or see, what is my biggest fear.

I was weak but maybe you are strong,

in your palm you hold my forgivness where I was wrong.

I may lay my head down on your chest,

I am not afraid if that's the last place where I rest.

You just need to take a look at the scars in my face

and tell me there is no other place

for a soul like mine in a place called Maine,

where I can forever forget my pain,

where still beasts of the night lay slain.

I bid you please don't let me feel the acid in the rain.

The whispers do not subside

and there's nowhere I can run or hide.

I raise my face to the heavens once more

before the Devil himself closes the door.

Now I may lay my head down,

today god was here for sure...