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One bullet through our skulls and we drip like paint off the walls.
We listen in on our faults...But words leave, we're empty vaults.
Bleed out lies like a faucet, plug the drain or they'll think you've lost it.
Blind to what we don't wish to see, Mute to those we don't wish to be.
The shrieking voices in our heads, complaining about the ground we tread.
Pulling at our hearts and skins, award for pain goes to minds of sin.
Thoughts burst from our bodies, some of which are quite haughty.
One bullet through our skulls and we drip like paint off the walls.
- by EPIC PhiloPhobia |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 09/14/2008 |
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- Title: Off the Walls
- Artist: EPIC PhiloPhobia
- Description: Just something a wrote a while a ago, enjoy.
- Date: 09/14/2008
- Tags: walls
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- Xx_Forever_Loveless_xX - 09/14/2008
- In the third line where it says 'our' is it supposed to be 'and'? Besides that, awesome! [Cool name by the way!! <3 the albinos. x3]
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