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And now

We're listening to soft sounds
Staring at the window
Listen to the air howl through the cracks
It's so cold
You looked so cool

I'm etching

Waiting
Waiting for your skin to break

And they all just circle through the stone
Etching symbols of who you are to them
As a beacon of your prize,

be here anymore
Weak soldiers fighting a self-serving war
My desk is my concentration camp
2am coffee, etching with the heat of a lamp
Man I'm cold

In charnel ceilings
Rain has formed
Held pendant over being

Ascendant night
Refracted light
The sky itself is seeing

Organic etchings
Bought

Cash swimming Michael Phelps, eyes low just like they need a belt 
Get your weight up or you'll fall, I'm just waiting on my call 
See them etching in my

into the reign
Facing more monsters
Etching the fear into the servants' souls
Leaving a warn over their corpses
An eternal axe-mark
The grunts reach

the party
An overfilled room
The saddest Blue Lagoon
All your friends laugh
Etching out your epitaph
Faking it is just getting harder

Please remember that

inevitably

Complex complexion; the shade detailing me
Clearly he's here in the shadowing
Etching the enemies ethics into my energy

Ink-spill my perception

away at me 
Etching themselves in my brain 

You're done talking to me 
So you take a shower 
And wash me away down the drain 

I look at myself in

writers who wrote your new song, when talent is free
Between dropping Fs for respect and etching my name in the game, yeah I'm a G
They wanna pop in

Everything slides from right to left
But I'm doing my very best
Hey!!!...out here in the dark

I'm willing to bet they find etchings of you on buried cavern

as a child
And I carry the essence with me when I'm moving the crowd
Since my adolescence I've been etching sketches of sound
Now my efforts get delivered with

the pain?

This kind of game I am all too down to play
But winners and losers won't matter in the end
A line's drawn in the sand, my dear, its etchings

my fingers and the page
It's been etching patterns in my mirror that say
"Just who the fuck are you anyway"
You and I and him and her
Might be the only

The plans I'm etching got me sketching like they versus
That's why these words keep a flow like cursive
And these herb hits leave a worry free presence
Happy

the etchings on the rocks below
I couldn't understand you

So why are you leaving little miss sunshine
I thought that you would always be mine
Oh little miss

the hours turning soil into flowers
Waiting for your critical acclaim
Every thought runs its race etching lines upon your face
Every day passes by in the cold

from within

The poison fumes
Seep deeper than roots
They're etching an endless absolute
We're cyanide
Born to divide
Our tongues stay tied, abide
Oh

insane
I'm a masochist, NO PAIN NO GAME    x2

INTERLUDE

I like to; do all, the good things
I love to; to cut me and stab me
I'm etching; I'm scratching,,

devious plot
I heard God had plan for my soul 
But I sold my last chance for a moment of the ecstasy
Etching the
Shame in my grave
I'm a slave to everything

to rooms I haven't searched yet
No coast but dust & monsters

Etching out the lines 
That draw out on your face
Cigarette smoke curling through your hair

Designing the lives of the innocent youth

The etchings on gravestones
The memories' painful

But not this time
I'm taking back what's mine

I'm spinning, the stars are streaking past me
Etching scars in our atmosphere
All those tangled spiderwebs, a million-million silver threads
They

Ribbons sewn into the limb
Phantom pain
Begging me to leave
Written in the skin
Steel imposed
Cold etchings
Begging me to leave
Marked upon the flesh