Im an addict, just to be happy
i hurt myself to be sane

i puke every day
live a happy life
this one day i just took my life
to be good

im rich sick of material godess
help
im loaded up
a pit
so deep i cant see bottom
i fell down from a rock
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i fell in love with an angel
but im not the first
why oh why should i feel happy
whith using a cliche for thirst
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Faith

Im sitting in my hallway,
looking for an answer
at the white dusty walls
im rolling my bullet of faith

Ah, my bullet of faith
it shines like sun on a fine good day
ah, my bullet of faith
all i need is to pull the trigger

down the stairs from my place
a man is crying
from the white dusty walls i hear him praying

Ah, my bullet of fatih
it shines like sun on a fine good day
ah, my bullet of faith
i just have to pull the trigger

And after my time is gone
i will try to steal the sun
my girlfriend was shining
but she was stolen by the gun
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Growing slowly under our skin
the best man always sins
broken mirror, ragged doll
my face shows me twofold

slowly as a safe gone
we crawled to take the hill
childs of moral depression
my child suffers my will
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she took my water
it left me dry
in my own soul
you'll see the pain
my reasons are wisdom
your answer meets rage
everytime humans eat
we loose our blood
some of us feels empty
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Hollywood water

Under a grand oak tree
lies an ancient sea
its hollywood water

salt and seducive
satifies me
its my dogbowl of latter

hollywood so sweet
so seducive and cheap
i drink it and lust to matter
the colour is dull
just painted in full
oh, the folly of hollywood water
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One trgic, one sin
death is dressed to win
could we start again
will i end alone
could we go back?
if so, when?

much i see to late
much i never see
yet i never look for
the things that save me so

empty of gasoline never to short of wine
daemons rage your head
i wil help you atone
bacause
i need us to mend

much i see to late
much i never see
yet i never look for
the things that save me so

breaking myself
knowing thyself
my thoughts made wealth
for those who knew her
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Nasal thingies

an n says alot
like wine
and mine
and fine
and having a bodycount of nine

an m says me some
like move
and doom
and gloom
and to sexually assault the moon
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listen to the breeze
hear the moans.
many strange fruits
are hanging from the trees

i aint nowhere to go

look at the light
the crucifix burning
many strange men
all dressed in white

i aint nowhere to go

smell the wind
taste the decay
here in a swamp lies buried sin

its too late anyway
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Sun came up
sun went down
she fought her son

Moon came up
moon went down
closed her eyes and heard him come

sun came up
sun went down
she lies dead under black loam
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i pick my guts
look how they shine
girl be mine

i cut myself
i bleed alot
from papercuts

have traveled far
i chose my way
from night to play

in my line of toughts
are pickuplines
among the vines

to those that see
i know my time
is almost up

that is the myth of the empty cup
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more will come