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The Perfect Youth Who Performs SlaughterThe Perfect Youth Who Performs SlaughterThe Perfect Youth Who Performs Slaughter by Purple-Freak9
Praise to you,
But a thousand times to me
On every breath.
Such a free thing,
A small thing, a petty thing;
But when you have lungs of oak
Every breath is a new beginning.
There are hieroglyphs
On these vertebrae,
Spelling a name Isis hesitates on
In every dreamer's pause.
This is the holocaust you cannot deny,
For the rain will only fall
When I permit it.
Post-Modern SlangPost-Modern SlangPost-Modern Slang by Purple-Freak9
Get out whilst you can,
The stars themselves are murder
Shining on chain-link fences
To keep you in.
This house is a museum,
But the kids don't go to those anymore
Life is a mass of abbreviations
Abnormalities are sacred because
You've been disneyfied and Mcdonaldized
Black is the new black
Except when you're not on a diet.
But it's ok,
His love letters are laminated,
So permanent, so reliable.
You have vinyl records
And you have the right kind of sunglasses
Even though it's Winter.
But the worst part is the night is longer
So you go to bed ,
Only to wake in the morning and
Love is gone.
198519851985 by Purple-Freak9
Thinking ahead was the best mistake of my life;
Look here, you got your education,
Then your gravestone.
If you can guess what year the wine's from
I'll pour you a glass of pretention.
Are you listening son?
Let me begin,
With the year that was the end.
God is dead, rock is dead, grunge is dead
As far as I know art is too.
Look here, does my smile look genuine to you?
All I'm saying is
Don't play your music so loud-
It's not the done thing around here.
I'd say iron your shirt but
Power's on the blink again.
Don't tell me it's cool to know nothing
Because I'm as square as they come.
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Idiot ChildOpium- my eyesIdiot Child by ShadowPsychos
I'm not blind
my vision is torn wide open
why is it i see it all
while you're left second guessing?
tucked up in your box, is that jealousy you're confessing?
problem is - you are you
and this trouble you feel - is me
I'm driven by angst- I'm diamond
when i cross that line, doing wrong
it's still better than anything you proceed to do
you're never lucid enough
to whistle through the clouded water of my dreams
I'm an idiot child with behaviour so spilt
raging, never left caressing your screams
my words are flames, hotter underneath the surface
scarred more than they appear to be
my demons are on edge too much
to try to put them out
so, you'll reap what you've sewn
in your futile attempts to degrade me
you'll be broken, frozen over
'cause you're the one that's still not chosen
so sew up your lips and listen, quick
you can't work me over without that knife in your palm
you might as well twist it in your own face
and hope for your mothers sake
that the mortician don't forget
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