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Bulletproof Scales
Syndicated Murderers (2004)
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8 February 10, 21:58
Carry the burden, sedated by a clouded moment.
As strength fades away, self-pity turns into nauseating grief.
Desecrate my frail lungs and limbs.
Anatomical balance tarnished.
Affliction's kiss.
Somatic functions inhibited.
I stand tall to endure suffering then collapse in a heartbeat.
Longing for bulletproof scales to shield myself from this round of Russian roulette.
My aching throat weeps crimson tears.
A faint whisper taunts my ears.
Scars spread their roots within my arms.
I stand tall to endure anguish knowing that my tombstone has not yet been carved.
Longing for bulletproof scales to shield myself from the next round of Russian roulette.
Empathy revives the enemy lying within.
A weakness so graceful, it blooms.
I loathe everyone's concern for my undying flaws.
Remember a time when my anger was nothing but a blank page.
Desperately needing to regain my thirst for optimism.
Carry the burden, sedated by a clouded moment.
As strength fades away, self-pity turns into nauseating grief.
Hope is forsaken.
As strength fades away, self-pity turns into nauseating grief.
Desecrate my frail lungs and limbs.
Anatomical balance tarnished.
Affliction's kiss.
Somatic functions inhibited.
I stand tall to endure suffering then collapse in a heartbeat.
Longing for bulletproof scales to shield myself from this round of Russian roulette.
My aching throat weeps crimson tears.
A faint whisper taunts my ears.
Scars spread their roots within my arms.
I stand tall to endure anguish knowing that my tombstone has not yet been carved.
Longing for bulletproof scales to shield myself from the next round of Russian roulette.
Empathy revives the enemy lying within.
A weakness so graceful, it blooms.
I loathe everyone's concern for my undying flaws.
Remember a time when my anger was nothing but a blank page.
Desperately needing to regain my thirst for optimism.
Carry the burden, sedated by a clouded moment.
As strength fades away, self-pity turns into nauseating grief.
Hope is forsaken.
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