The Undending Lies
Beautiful memories of a broken child
Sing for the ending but fear its grasp
Awake into nothing and hate what is left
A passion for leaving and a love for its theft
So self-destructive, I’ll choose again
Russian roulette will tell me my name
So I’ll dance with deciding
I’ll win once again
I’ll trust in your hatred
It’s all just a game
The blood is now dripping
I feel my thirst
This pain’s just beginning
I’ll make it much worse
So I start to breathe it
This flowing lust
I dance with its essence
I can’t get enough
The lies are unending, this life is lost
I’m tired of pretending that I can breathe
Hatred and fear will save my eyes
They’re too busy burning within the lies
Sold and forgotten, I died at birth
My soul is still rotting so I’ll make it worse
I’ll throw out the loving
I’ll build my wall
I’ll force in the hatred
I’ll laugh as I fall
The blood is now dripping
I feel my thirst
This pain’s just beginning
I’ll make it much worse
So I start to breathe it
This flowing lust
I dance with its essence
I can’t get enough
Deceive what is in me
I ask you please
My body’s unwilling
But my mind must feed
It still tries to escape me
It evades me in time
So please can you kill me
I’ll be free from my lies
Copyright © Ian Petch | Year Posted 2006
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