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Come Undone

Kittie

I've Failed You

2011

Rise from the flame
I've come undone
Born of a bad sign
As black as the night sky
The endless darkness heaves
A prison, built of our own flesh

I am a bird
Gliding over an open pasture
Unaware of national television
I am a blank red button on a DVD remote
Unused and unaware of my purpose
I am

a world of my own where I'm truly alive
Judged by the clothes we wear the words we speak
Chained to a life of debt so bleak
Nothing's sacred does anyone see

that (bout that)
Spend a 10 put a comma by that (by that)
I smell like Creed (like Creed)
Dior my feet (my feet)
Designer fiend
Addicted to fashion I

Forbidden by the violence of both our cigarettes
Or a knife that cuts through these prison bars of our own silence

It’s been over two years since I shut my

Forbidden by the violence of both our cigarettes
Or a knife that cuts through these prison bars of our own silence

It’s been over two years since I shut my

pour out your love
Pour out your love

I was a dweller by a dark stream
A crying heart hooked on a dark dream
In my convict soul I saw your love

gotta abide by is the cash rules
If you think I ain't runnin' this money up, you a damn fool
Tryna count my pockets, my networth ain't on no damn Google

My room is
Lit by candlelight
I thought I was fine
But I'm not
I'm sick of me
I'm angry
If I take my life
So be it
I don't care enough
How will it

A moment of life in lucidity's own throes
Awareness lost while lives around were revoked

Oh
They said
Watch out up ahead
Oh
They Said
They've been

of become real
Suddenly people care for how you feel
Take my car and money, freedom is a lie
All I want, all I need is to get high

In our own kind of prison

They just looking at the scores, they be putting on my books
Cause I'm looking at the stars, trade a shank for some crank
Now I'm looking at a war, BGF

this on my own
Bleeding Out
No one needs me now
Did this all alone
Did this on my own
Can't escape, i've been trapped for years
My room is the prison

Moonshine Song

G.B.H.

From Here to Reality

1990

a young boy, travelled far from home.
Oh Lord don't let me die on my own.

I ended up in prison, down in Tennessee.
There were 14 bad dudes, in the cell

Let my blade be guided into your chest
Your disgust and creed spill on the ground
The god bleeds like a mortal
You won’t fool me
Watch your rule fall

My life, is a graveyard haunted by ghosts
That have not yet passed
And their words, resonate
Up and down the halls
Of my calcium prison
With gigantic

stacking, strict as Joe Jackson training
Five kids to blow
Fraction of my mind died years ago
Miserable drunk beers at most
Swung at by school principal then

Halls of Fame 
Crime visions in my blood got me, locked in prison 
While we die hard living people whine about religion, vision 
Blow, spin, and sin

Prison Cell
By Anna Duboc

I'm sick of all this noise inside my head
Hearing things I don't want to think about
My nightmare's turning everything red

I have seen with my own eyes... my own eyes  
A life over run by sin
The human race now a symbolic plague 
Consumed by our own vanity 

As the world

stuck in my head building barriers you can't break through

I'm in a prison of my own making
Locked away for your own good

Guess I'm trying to protect

to make a call
Slave to the priest
He's controlling beliefs
While we're working on the fields getting lashed by the chief
Couldn't own our land
Proprietors

I'm lost, inside
A prison made by my mind
Locked in, behind
A maze, of my own design

Buried, alive
In this tomb I am confined
Madness, refined

Killuminati

2Pac

Still I Rise

1999

is bold and they choose to roll
I kill em all, watch now nigga truth be told
Westside was the war cry, look how they scatter
Niggas dyin' by my