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MindWar

spewing contagious nonsense
'bout a coming mental coup
got an army following after
that'll drop the blade on cue

make victims of my memories
lay waste to these strange ideals
wage war with the man in the mirror
always nipping at my heels

I'm afraid to feel the void
where the madman used to be
but I've already given the order
and the troops will not retreat

i convulse and fall as the army marches
to the tune of separation pains
i killed some of myself today
and i miss the half; insane

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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