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Screamo
I am not a sad sack
I just feel too much
My clothes arent all black
Its just my skin as such
I listen to the metal!
to seal away the pain
high pitched screams like a kettle
will garner you no fame
a cacophony of vision
assaulting my senses
split my soul, nuclear fission
breaking rose-colored lenses
no-one cares about my drumming
they just love my quick fingers
but when my sticks get to humming
the applause always lingers
I fall asleep in this hole
the cell of the damned
as my life's path unfolds
I draw a line in the sand
I slit both my wrists
let the blood flow like a river
curl my fingers into fists
and soon I'll be a giver
I think Im gonna die tonight
singing the swan song of the lost
the noose around my neck pulls tight
the bearer of first frost.
