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Its not my fault
deny it all
self righteous denial
of why
why not
judge me wrong
cause you do it to
yourself

an empty man
with no dreams
beat the dog
wonder why the nighbors upset
cry all night to wash your hands clean

under the stairs
under the stars
murderous bright stars
shining lights
disco hell
never fails
another tall tail
the cats smell
territory wall
beat it out of me
cause i wont tell

point and laugh with my broken finger
at my broken finger
jack and jill
playing with chainsaws again
got the crazies
alongside the wrong turn
left in the ditch
criminal minds catching themselves
put em all in one place
they can dance the night away
wont know any better
till we say
beware the water
wash em away
devils spell fades away
see the cleansing of halloween
trick or treet
trick or tree
block party
for me

Costume gutterball
nightmare with a love of the dead
fearing nothing
knows about the black balloon surprise
i know you do
its a gift from me
to cure yourself from evils, my nightmare
my monster magnet
how you save me
practice completely
dangerous routine\
act 1 scene 3
theyre all coming to get me
the right thing said
the puzzle solved
every year
new location
miracle play at its best

metaphors as weapons
metaphors as weapons
halloween surprise holiday for spirits
stroke of midnight
the costumes come off
were all black and white people
the killers actors, transformation
of washed clean
the aashwitsz you wanted
will i survive it
you will make me
never a fame for me to see
on your birthday
to save the world
cant do it without you
including everybody
year by year the fad goes on

how does it feel
to take my grass away
every day you were forced to live in a cemetary
do you feel okay tipping the scales
coming for me, make me see things your way
my day, is a day becoming a fate you know how to defeat,
since your birthday from the lucky of ill fate
once a year you learn
how to escape the day
just apart of me
part of me
taking another part of me

ghost that linger far too long
vanish
ghosts stuck in their machines lingering will vanish
its me hurting them
i know the truth
let me be
they go to you cause their safe
they fade when i come by
im their pain
i cant explain its just this way
i live in thuis cemetarty,
never wound this flesh, but spirits wither around me on that day,
i make them weak
spirits weak
blind third eye knows nothing
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