If my sins had a smell would you sit near me?
I Wouldn't.
The tangy odour of deceit
A concoction of broken promises
The web of lies

A stench that embeds itself in ones skin
Needs more than a fix of TLC
Sorrow is my PLC
Yet it bothers you none

Through the shadow of my heart you see my smile
You feel my delicate underbelly
I am not a stain
I am more

Convinced of my plight
Stern i...

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Empty is the head that wears the crown
Oxymoronic to think a time when such could be true
Coming to blows with your own mortality
Three Seventy Two stress keeping you afraid
To think you control a thing
Oh what a fool

I take the machine and point
In an instant the barrel freezes you
Only then can you escape the fiends created by your mind
So stand still and let it happen 
Watch as the ...

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