Purgatory deception syndrome
a thousand new gunsscreaming in my face
a thousand new suns
set my blasted world ablaze
selling my eyes
to see different flies
a different disguise
conceal myself in different lies
you're just another copy of a burnt out conception
another victim of a dead deception
and the monster inside us is screaming with glee
there is nothing left for us to be
blackened skies are shrouding the sun
there are no more lies, there's nowhere to run
come, let's kill one another for fun
a whole new kind of anarchy
a whole new kind of refusal to see
a refusal to be
I'll give you a new God for free
We are conceited, defeated
beaten, our souls are eaten
I lost my hands
I lost my mind
my soul
my preoccupation
I lost every sensation
and the butterflies fluttering in my eyes are telling me lies
they say I can't hear the cries
of tormented angels
in this purgatory reality
A thousand burnt out suns are crashing in the sea
there's no reason left to fly
there is nothing left to be
there's no reason left to die
Poetry by Lalando
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Written on 2007-09-18 at 11:05
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