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Beside Myself 
 
Pardon me I'm sorry for inconvenience now I've got to ask you just one simple question does it feel like when you're all out on a limb again for so called friends.
 
Now I'm drowning down inside a place, I hide exposed I run no shelter left to find my mind is boiling, overflowing showing tensions growing, slow down momentum stops without me even knowing.
 
Hate this place, take me away, escape eternity, my chance to be at peace.
 
In my own time I'm waiting to decide, that in my own mind It's me I stand beside, and in my own time I'm fighting unseen light, and in my own mind i'm blinded of my sight.
 
i don't want to walk around and lose control suppose we all just forget about what we were told, when nothings working for our cause, because we can't decide on how to go about acheiving what's inside of us. Lift me, shake me, break it down unto this level causing cracks to start to mend, I thought it'd never end my friend, but now I start to see these parts of you are also undeniably a part of me.
 
 
 
Closed-circuit Death Feed
 
Locked into position headed on a course of brutal nature, signal weak not to transmission received no type of confirmation, speaking freely is an option, discontinued until further notice, sound waves beat you into the ground, forcing your co-operation now, the light dimmed and the sky exploded before our eyes.
 
You can't waste me away, decaying in your own black filthy space
Won't even waste my time, won't even attempt to explain the these things, I had to show you all the American way.
 
As I lay and wait for the end, fate has her way with me.
 
Strapped down to the bed as they inject in silence, comatose and cold with no redemption for violence, Last thing you see of me will be my final image, I'm afraid I can't repent this collateral damage.
 
Sacrifice your ideal's, your morality is a statement in time. The decline of your precious ritualistic gorging, combine with all the swine-like primitive minds Democracy, your gutted reality, you've got a giant to burn.

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