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.chroniclesofathinman.

I am a metal man made of cold tin Prowling the streets of death and denial I am perfect with a twist of hate and sin A loaded gun with a cyanide smile Pull my hair back and look me in the eye It's the guilt of what life has given me There is gist in the bleeding of a guy Make sense of my splendid stupidity I'm a crazy man! I'm a hollow man! Gravid with gallons of grave and void tears Look me in the eyes, you'll never sleep again I am the quintessence of all your fears Bury me, cover me, under the ground Loudly I shall suffer without a sound.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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