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Harlequin

She's a mirror to the outside world Prostetic porcelain girl She appears as a rag doll torn An honest case Still born Tried so hard to make the show To condemn it all to hell I guess I will never know How to diminish the spell Shrouded in the lucid dream I will number the dead You can never escape the clutches Of my fragile Harlequin Her mouth is a caddle for genocide Hidden in this stitch Laced in a smiling frown for me Advertise innocence How could it end like this With all these fingerprints Shrouded in the lucid dream I will number the dead You can never escape the clutches Of my fragile Harlequin Feeling daunted I lay defeated For everyone to see Shrouded in the lucid dream I will number the dead You can never escape the clutches Of my fragile Harlequin Take your Take your Lobotomy I know better than to be I know I'm the last to leave My shattered Harlequin

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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