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Push Me, Pull Me

The angels are screaming the demons stole the crown as vengence is needed across this vapid town the angels are beaming the crooked must be found the vengence proceeded to bring all of us down. The boy, his soul is fleeing his eyes are cold and grey the warden is bleeding today is his last day can you hear the feelings? does misery complain? quatered into seasons this kids going insane! They push and pull against his skull they all battle for his name the angels and the demons are tearing him away. They push and pull against his skull as they battle for his name the angels and the demons, my friend he'll never be the same. They all just want to grab his hand but there splitting him in two and the faces looking back at him try to tell him what is true. but the truth to all that matters seems to be so far from you. The skies open up apon his body strewn across a road, suddenly his family suddenly explodes. now he knows, oh he knows that this just can't be real but the angels and the demons tell him he was at the wheel. They push and pull against his skull they all battle for his name the angels and the demons are tearing him away. They push and pull against his skull as they battle for his name the angels and the demons, my friend he'll never be the same. They push and pull against his skull they all battle for his name the angels and the demons are tearing him away. They push and pull against his skull as they battle for his name the angels and the demons, my friend he'll never be the same.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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