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Meatpuppet

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"abashed the devil stood...
and felt how awful goodness is"
you have all instilled into me
ashamed to believe and frightened to love
make me feel i'm weak to have a morality
can't just let me be who i need to be
taking pleasure in horrid things to put me through
make me look in the mirror, and not recognize who
i truly fucken am
knife in my heart, keep twisting its jagged edges
never allow it to be removed
an endless supply of blood...
it keeps pouring, and pouring
tears keep flowing, blood letting to make sure i'm alive
so "..he apiled upon the whale's white helm
and summoned all the rage and hate
if his chest had been a cannon
he would have fired his heart upon it"
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in a crack in the concrete
life begins to grow
on this polluted ghetto corner
sprouts a red rose
its beauty is ignored
for this is where drugs are sold
and whores get picked up
in this moral cold
it grows more and more
by this grafitied home
where the wife gets beaten
and their pre-teen girl moans
it grows in the shadows
for it needs no sun
it shines in the darkness
this 'hood has begun
through the pollution
surrounded by needles and beer cans
grows a single rose
a beauty in a dark land
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don't pretend like you understand me
i don't even want you to look at me
make me doubt why i loved you
a gun to the temple
these feelings are too strong
one little squeeze
all these feelings will be gone
i see this as the only way
you two can carry on
you make me feel living is so wrong
splinters in my brain
strain the corners of my mind
cold, sitff, petrified
to what other horrors i can find
if i loved myself i would shoot you
i'm so insecure and unsure
so my life will equally do
i'm struggling, but doing the best i can
losing my love..to something less
make me less a man
times change, morality bends
lies set in, pain is felt with the welt of a belt
no one is truly sorry and all willing to repeat
so pull the trigger and my life will end
i will escape this hetero-cide
in a Kurt Cobain suicide
maybe i used drugs, may if i wasn't white
maybe i should just turn gay
and my life would be just, would be right
only if i counldnt feel
i'd truly be alive
i guess i didn't work hard enough
it could've been i fucked up
i just wasn't worth the truth
i didn't deserve it, this pitiful fuck
so it was thrown in my face
and laughed at behind my back
betrayed by multiple loyalties
death is the escape from this trap
i'm trying to justify splitting my wrist
nailing digging into my palms
blood dripping from my fist
so death may come
in it peace will be found
finally an emotional silence
will be the only sound
thought i found something so rare and new
something that makes this man melt
but you are all just like everybody else
people aren't looking to build happiness
just concerned with patching sadness
for 30 minutes..who cares about making love?
when you can just get off?
especially at someone else's expense
i've opened my eyes too much
i want to sew them back shut
burn them swollen til forever closed
i no longer wish to see
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