Why is it that we put up?
When we know we r right but are condemned to be wrong
Fuck, I hate this
I hate accusations
I hate being made a fucking fake!
I know I’m right
Why do they insist I’m wrong?
They even know I’m right
This is so screwed up
Just like the past
It plays again
Different situation- same meaning
Bang my head
Shout, cuss, and break
Everything to do to show truth
Still I’m wrong
All are doomed to burn.
Love feeds the flames
Days of endless pain
And smoke takes in each turn
All are doomed to rust
Time destroyes our lives
Knives cut like knives
And wind carries away the dust
All are doomed to love,
All are doomed to die
Tonight brings the black Tomb
For even the most high
Even thost that are here
Cannot pretend to fly
And i know
Even you
Even i
Must die
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