Come and Gone
Soak me in gasoline
Burn me until my soul is clean.
Spit on my face, grind my teeth
Give me comfort or some kind of relief.
Mad and broken, words unspoken.
The time has come, the gas has soaken
Where the **** is a match or give me a light.
There isnt time to debate wrong from right.
It whispers in my ear the slightest fear
My focus is drained, thoughts unclear.
Am I mad or is this a dream?
Time has stopped, and the demon is seen.
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