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shackle.down/reality
the scorn of my savior
my darling, my hatred
it will seize me
before the liars do
seal the burnt dreams
of a shattered life
and he says to me
enough of the make up
these fashion looks can kill
focus on reality
before the fantasy destroys you
two seconds till
time stands still
in our loving grace
your loveliness will prevail
through a fucked up lie
the belief will die
existence only temporary
in the dream of an undefined hope
now we have to steal the rights
to make ends meet
is it a flying force
time will never know?
as our distaste shows
its too cynical
for the medication
thats too medicinal
how long do we have left to breathe?
reporting on the memories
too distant to make out
our love grows stale
like ginger ale
in a comatose place to be
where we roam free
paved and built on anarchy
still rampant and unlikely
for teething new identities
we have taken too many lives
so let the time flow
just let go
but don't ever say goodbye
