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Fragmented fairytales, Fermented freedom
There's no remorse for the dead, this I know
For, I've been dead for far too long
While there's not one ounce of sympathy to show
Red Redemption, Rhapsody Right 
I'm bromidic, lost, shallow, cold hearted
But I write emotions all through tonight

This way, it's safer - For both you and I
This way, we're free - Free from the freedom to choose
Unchained to fly - But not past the sky
Reliquished to do anyting - But to lose
I'm not a fool for wanting more
for wishing amongst the stars
I'm not a fool for wanting to ignore
these billions upon billions of scars

Comfortly colliding, comfortly Complaining
While the trillion little rivers start staining
Million Marring Mary Janes, Million Marring Merrily Rains
While the cosiness of home starts to strain
Happiness may not be as it once seemed
But people don't dream like they once dreamed
Auspicous applicants, Abiding Anarchists
Just one simple slit of these wrists
Everything would transcend then slip
I'd try to hold on, but inevitably lose my grip

This way, I realize now, is the safest way
So, I bargain with you - Do not stay
This way, when you're gone - we're free
So, we may both live unhappily

Boringly bizarre, bastardly Bride
Crinkled hope, Smudged pride
Don't prove yourself to me, it's not use
Don't try to call the thing off - there will be no truce
AND  DON'T Play pretend for me anymore
All this playing has left my beating heart sore
Late night enlongated words without any meaning
Go back to bed love - You look better when dreaming

Tragic thimbles, thickening thoughts trample through
Do you see now? I could never be free without you.
Chain me down, shove your lies down my throat
Whatever appeals to your senses
rocks your world - Floats your boat
There's nothing but hate from here on out
as we propel things through the air
We scream, sing, and shout
Sarcastically saying Stupid Segments
Simply subduing Sacred spinning

This way. This way. This way.
What way? What way? What way?
That way. that way. That way.
Which Way? Which way? Which way?
There is no way with you.

Quick quivering questions
They bleed until the floor is soaked
Quarentine Quaffing Queen
We bleed until we're infinitely broke
Yes.
We whimper, whistle, wither
Like snakes, we slink and slither

We don't give up, we just give in
Split into nine equal pieces - lopsided skin
To shower us in affection - there's no point to begin
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