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Pain
Copyright 2002
Pain
The self is so easy to hate
So easy to torture and tease
Pain can become a gate
While emotions freeze
If you learn to love it
Pain can bring you power Soon, though, you need to have it
You'll need it every hour
You don't need your Self anymore
You only need the pain
Who could care about such a loser
Whose soul still carries the stain
Of those days long ago
When pain first became a friend
When you first came to know
How to make those feelings end
Looking back upon your life
It seems the pain has always been
From being a son to a husband
Pain's been your only friend
Inside
Copyright 2002
The sky is red and it burns,
like my skin
hollowed and broken
its letting you in
to the world I've created
to explain how I feel
is all of this fake?
or is all of it real?
it's a city of lies
built carefully within
each building's a temple
that houses a sin
and it grows everyday
while me, I decay
and fall deeper and deeper
and farther away
till I'm all by myself
broken and beaten
left to die in my city
of misread intention
Anger
Copyright 2002
Laughter..
I'll make you laugh
I'll carve the smiles myself
please let me help
it's the least I can do
let me help you destroy me
please
tell me what I can do
should I just walk by you
that seemed pretty funny to you
sitting in your car
mocking me
have we met?
have we spoke?
strangely
I can't seem to recall any occasion,
that justifies your actions
fuck off
I'll smash the windows
grab the shards of broken glass
and I'll sculpt
I'll become an artist
vengeance is my brush
death is my art
your blood.. my paint
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