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Fucking A Trapeze Artist
02:24
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She wears all black.
Her hair is dyed red.
Her face is as pale as a ghost.
She is coy until showtime.
There she is doing her thing
Oh boy, I'd love to meet her.
I'm just a hunger artist,
Waiting for dinner
She's the trapeze queen
with leather and lace.
Her nails are as black as death.
Up in the air, a silhouette blows air
It's colder than dead flesh
She's the love of my life,
but she doesn't know it yet.
Too bad she fell from her pedestal.
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Dead
02:10
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I wanna peel my skin off, from my eyes to my hips. A line of flesh, about a quarter inch thick. Rip off my nails with pliers and things, killing myself with ease. I'm so alone, I have no one. The best way out is through the temple. My teeth fall out, and I choke on my blood. Chunks of teeth are swallowed in the process. My lungs fill up they're starting to bleed, all air and life are starting to cease, DEAD.
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Falling In Love
02:24
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Falling in love again, but the butterflies are dying. My barricade was shattered by that snearing grin, and the glisten in your eye. You are the only thing that matters, why am I never good enough? Her face makes me wish I was a better person. Her giggle gives me shivers down my spine. I can't help falling in love again, Oh boy I wish that was dead.
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4. |
The Lake
02:44
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In spring youth was in my lot
To haunt of the wide world a spot
The which I could not love the less
So lovely was the loneliness
Of a wild lake, with black rock bound
And the tall pines that towered around
But when the night had thrown her pall
Upon that spot, as upon us all
And the mystic wind went by
Murmuring in melody
Then ah then I would awake
To the terror of the lone lake
Yet that terror was not fright
But a tremulous delight
A feeling not the jewelled mine
Could teach or bribe me to define
Nor love although the love were thine
Death was in that poisonous wave
And in its gulf a fitting grave
For him who thence could solace bring
To his lone imagining
Whose solitary soul could make
An Eden of that dim lake
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5. |
#1
01:57
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I plan on killing myself soon, I'm gonna hang myself by my feet. Attach safety pins upside down, so they cut into my flesh. Fall out of the noose. My feet stay, my body drops. My skull cracks like an egg on the pavement, and now I'm dead. Oh the bliss of dying soon. Oh boy I can't wait.
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#2
02:00
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This is it. The time is now. I get in my car, and drive around town. It's time to go. Time to die. I just wanna find my wife. I park on the tracks, and wait for an eternity. All time has ceased to be, in the background Liszt Liebstraum's #3. The train roars, the music climaxes. This is it. The time is now. My body was sprayed down the tracks.
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2:00 A.M.
02:03
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I can't sleep. These thoughts, visions, and things won't go. I haven't slept in days. How do I know these aren't real. I suppose I don't. I wish someone was here, in my time of need, talking me through this. I'm killing myself, and no one seems to care or notice.
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8. |
Dead End
02:02
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I'm pretty wicked at this point. My head is in a whirl. Who is this girl, and what am I doing here? Whose blood is this? Hey miss! Miss?! Oh god what have I done? This will be the end of me. I'm gonna be executed for something I don't think I did. How in the hell did we end up like this? How in the hell did I get here?
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