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This is My Show
written by Poison Ivy04:16 AM 9/18/04the screams of your wounds
and the flesh torn and bleeding
your tears of torture
an orchestra of misery
at my command
the blood on your check
the taste of your fear
my thirst for your agony
a party of pain
and im the host
clapping of clanging chains
you trying to break free
trying to find a way to pick the lock
a show of sorrow
and i have the microphone
a burning building
of your once loved dreams
your try and put it out
a fire of fury
and guess what, im the fire
praying to an unloving god
you think he hears you
asking for forgiveness in a life of sin
but i don?t care
because for now, im god |
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if only i could control to tides, the clouds, and how the rain falls. to use earthquakes to break down all these walls. if this world was my stage...
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