Devious Journal Entry"the night they sang"
and "one wine glass too many"
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One Wine Glass Too ManyYou're so tongue and cheek your eyes speak the language, language your body wants to hide but when the roads diverge, and the runners stop... who's by your side?One Wine Glass Too Many
You sit so idle, so controlled the ropes can reach it's such a lie...its not the truth they've tied your feet... but in the hour of despair, you're words will linger.... oh how you've got those boys, wrapped around your finger
so fill the rooms, set the stage, your nightly show will soon begin. and the world will watch you twist your words, and perform your sins.
guide your
the night they sangThe grounds will shake, the pavement is cracked and shaped under, under the hooves of the horses draw your blades, tonight the walls are redthe night they sang
they sing such terrible songs, they sing such lies and waste they believed that they were wrong, they think that they're awake
scream, scream, ward off the merky waters that bring forth the organs, they play like keys... draw your blades, draw your blades peirce the thieves without his grace
the seas and skies see you cry(verse) if you could exhale all of your worries out. could you still say what you are worried about? i can hear it in your voice, i can see it in your face. you're body is here, but your in another place. far away from this. far away from me.... just tell me your pain, what do you need?the seas and skies see you cry
(chorus) i have these answers, but the question is gone. over my head, where are we from? make this easy, free my hands. i want to know where it is, we each stand. don't lie to me, don't cry for me... i'm so used to these kinds of things....
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Thirty Degrees LaterWords like sirens, neglect like winter, Abandoned like a child with a handful of splinters. Bombarded with my wrong, aware of how I'm guilty, But never fully understood how I am so unworthy.Thirty Degrees Later
Your facade is ruthless, should I make one of my own? For I swear on these familiar streets, I'm farther from my home. Black and white consumes me, I am the greatest burden. But I never could be nonchalant with what was so important.
The dust is newly settled, and I've learned to endure That I may simply be a mere factor in which everyone's unsure. So thirty degrees later, with a sm
Optimism
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