The Battles
The explicit material, these words so unlyrical
Love, what a miracle
I do time, for these serial crimes in my mind
Disappointment in every action of passion
My soul, it is smashin, this world I am crashing
Don't believe in my actions, I find no satisfaction
I'm tired, I'm scared, this life I have failed
These feeling so rare, my life unprepared
Don't nobody care, they look and just stare
Have you seen such a monster, the fake, the imposter
The world, the have lost her
Deep in a coma, do you smell the aroma, aroma of death
Grabbing hold of each breath
But I guess I'm not meant, to be here, to exist
Forget a bout bliss, happiness so remiss
Yet I yearn for that kiss, cuz of love I do miss
But I hope in the end I'll no longer resist
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