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Looking in the dark
Breathing in the dead
Settling in the abayss
Being normal
Running from the sun
Fighting the light
IT wants to save me
I rather fight
IT's nice
I'm not
They say you are who you are
And the world does not make you
You are who you want to be
You are what you're good at
You are you -- and no one else
Bullshit
You parents mold you like clay
I stay up late each night
Dashing through school tasks
Being distracted now and then
A tempting pull
To abandon the path
I always comply
Because my will is always overpowered
The chill hurtles towards you
Slicing your body
Dissolving you into nothing but hard, hard ice
It strips you off everything you have ever had
And leaves you with nothing but
Black gloves of ice on your hands
society is so concered with the way we look
to everyone external
the only peace of mind is the piece when
you're all nocturnal.
we waste our time trying to find
mary in a can of beans,
i just wasted all of my life savings on a tv
trying to get back in touch with reality
mind numbing complexions,
mind dumbing corrections
drama & suicide, life is defied
the whole world is...
