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The Infinite Deaths of Adam and Acid Jazz

There's a room in a warm town that holds a poet
He quivering and shaking and no one knows it
Critically alone when he needs a friend most
Shadows from his past are haunting him like ghosts

I shot up enough just kill the pain
A harmless little dose just to calm my brain
Til I was caught making love to my sins again
A tiny stoner wreck spewing lies again

And I could still hear the cream calling out in sultry tones
Bleed digital until you stop the urge to moan
Keep slaying demons til you calm down again
Before you need a noose on every streetlight calling your name

There's a room in warm town that's filled with sorrow
Who's to say that the poet will survive til tomorrow?
Driven to despair by the weight of his sins
A grieving poet gives birth to words again

A stone on my chest gives me reason to breathe
As if I've been given life just to try to break free
From the crimson walls with pale white bars
Just to be driven into space from the grilles of the cars

Like a crazy diamond, the sun's shining on me
Out here in space with nothing to protect me
I watch as my last remaining breaths turn to ice
Half-mineral, half-animal, a creation of my own device

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Date: 5/12/2015 1:46:00 PM
enjoyed your lyrics~luv skat~
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