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The Unsavable
written by Sugar Free07:51 PM 7/27/04Just when you thought life took a new turn
everything is still the same
a never ending cycle
are we just a sick game?
Every morning the birds sing the same old song
I want to kick them
Rip their chirping beaks from their sift feathery heads
my ears can't take it anymore, they have begun to bleed
I won't listen to the dark brain wash any longer
I am not the same
I refuse to be part of the game
You will never find me
so stop looking
I am lurking in the darkness, with a knife in my hand
I will kill you
murder pumps through my veins
some things are better left alone
not everyone is happy
we are the unsavable
relishing in our fame
we kill tem all
and never feel a thing |
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