skin.lab. - The Fly Lord
Another day another death, clinch my fist and hold my breath.. hind sight blurry, no need to panic tattered and torn my skin how so romantic.. radio blares i scream at life on wings or redemption. another sorrow who am i to mention. bellows and squeals, eat as if it was my last meal. loosing faith because there is nothing more to do. im a son of a bitch and so are you. who gives a fuck if im still around, morbid visions... i could just go drown. lay back and relax another second goes by. another joke out of the riddle box like carrion to a fly. let more days go on til its my time to go. no more crying now, no sorrow no woes, stand still with a smile blank.. no importance to share. another lesson, another crime, another wish, another moment shared, another moment lost with the tick of the clock .. let the time pass.. like the fly in a jar

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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