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A song I wrote today. Pretty epic. Bout a dude killing god.


Dead cold,
In tall grass and willows today,
Cast over,
By stormclouds,
come to wreck my day,
Then the rain,
She whispered,
Such sweet things to my ear,
She said that,
We all die alone,
But I shouldnt fear.

This aneurism,
I smell blood,
now wheres my gun?

She'll chase you down,
and choke you out,
Just for fun.

So I strolled back,
To them stormclouds,
Just to say,
You liar,
Your higher,
Whats this joke that youve played?
She giggles,
And whispers,
Todays worse than yesterday.
And that Im,
Unhappy,
Because she made me that way.

Well this aneurism,
I smell blood,
So wheres my gun??
Ill shoot god in,
The fucking head,
And Ill be shunned.
Payback for making me,
And things shes done,
Said its payback for making me,
Well shed best run.

So I shot her,
Out them clouds like a flock of doves,
And she fell to,
The ground with
The worlds hate and its love,
She hit the,
Horizon,
Well the sound,
It broke my mind.
Well I went,
Insane,
Id left,
So much behind.

Well this aneurism,
I smelt blood,
Ive found my gun,
Ive unmade everything I loved,
and everyone,
In the faceoff between my god,
And my gun.
Said in the faceoff between my god,
Shes been undone.

When I carefully seek out, in deepest anguish, some strange absurdity, an eye opens at the top, in the middle of my skull. This eye opening up onto the sun in all its glory, to contemplate it in its nakedness, privately, is not the work of my reason: it is a cry escaping from me. For at the moment when the flash blinds me I am the splintering brilliance of a shattered life, and this life - agony and vertigo - opening up onto an infinite void, bursts and exhausts itself all at once in this void.

Im tilling my own grave to keep me level.
Ill shove another pill down my throught.
I listen to the rythym of the echo of a solitary solstice that pushes me along and leaves me so desperate and powerless. over you.

Dragging up a burden call me atlas.
Ill murder you just to stay alive.
I feel the beat of a sanctuary, temple just makes me worried, Ill fret through these travels this dead heart may not survive. Desperate and Powerless over you.

Little angel go away, come again some other day, the devil has my ear today Ill never hear a word you say you promised me some solitude and a little peice of mind whatever just so long as I dont feel so...

Desperate and powerless
so weak and powerless over you.

And as of tasting your beauty,
Walking in another shallow pool,
I have no interest.

How can fruit smell so sweet, and taste so bitter?
I will not swallow your facade to buy me time.
The way you play these pawns does not amuse me,
but rather makes me sick.

Im just so eager to identify with,
Someone who doesnt wear a crown.
Someone who seems to feel the same.
Maybe a fallen angel,
A black minerva.

Maybe Im expecting too much from the wounded.

How was she just like the rest? Every girl Ive met in this town a dissapointment, leaving me passed over. Stupified by their ignorance, their arrogance.

My souls counterbalance in another? Not here. But somewhere.

I believe I can cure it all for you, dear
Coax or trick or drive or
drag the demons from you
Make it right for you sleeping beauty
Truly thought
I can magically heal you

You're far beyond a visible sign of your awakening
Failing miserably to rescue

Sleeping Beauty

Drunk on ego
Truly thought I could make it right
If I kissed you one more time to
Help you face the nightmare
But you're far too poisoned for me
Such a fool to think that I can wake you from your slumber
That I could actually heal you..

Sleeping Beauty
Poisoned and hopeless
You're far beyond a visible sign of your awakening
Failing miserably to find a way to comfort you

Far beyond a visible sign of your awakening
And hiding from some poisoned memory

Poisoned and hopeless
Sleeping Beauty