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Vendetta Red

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Vendetta Red Album

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she said she liked the way i kissed
so cutting edge i slit my wrists
i need to vomit disappear
and kill those monsters in my mirror
out classed by losers second place
before i fell flat on my face
so sick of dreaming wake me up
and do your worst to shut me up
i'm resistent to your insistance
i can hear you off in the distance
telling me to the end is coming soon
too addicted to breathe without it
too embarassed to talk about it
i'll kiss you off and try to leave
without you following me
this punctured pallet pains me red
disturbed and angered dead instead
just lift your lips and leave me lost
a pale corpse collecting moss
these echoes count your hours down
with pulse precision safe and sound
so aprops and no one cares
an empty room with empty chairs
so you can take your dress code
and your elitist looks on life
boil them up in a fucking syringe
and shoot it right in your fucking neck

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so i spilled out my guts to look past my regrets
and i sang to the heavens as i bled from my neck
i said "thanks for your patience god
and all your wisdom and strength"
i said "thanks for all the suffering"
as i sang for the dead
they lived for the living god
and you ignored every word
and we'll all grow old and die
as our pleas go unheard
so i walked through the valley
and i tried to forget
how i loved every moment
of the life that i left
we were all cheated my brothers
we were all lied to my friends
no one can save us from god
not even death
so cast off what is mortal
and discard all your dreams
they all turn to shit in the end
and you wake up in hell
why fear the unknown
when the present's as painful
as being ignored

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turn your back on your past
make a mark with a crime that lasts
"guns dont kill" bullets do
and i've been saving one for you
hold me down i can feel a seizure coming
think i took too much marazine
saw blade bits tearing tendons
from your neck like so much
knives through bread
til your head sags falls to the ground
cashmere crush covered in smoke
i'm all cried out
soldiers march
a red sunsets blood
soaked babes on bayonets
the flag still waves for all
to see like moonlight on my machete

. . .

allergic to your atmosphere
avalanche a tidal wave of frozen fear
careening down to blanket all
serenace our town is only a mass grave
not even the church was saved
and so we pray to piles of snow
i can barely breathe but i cant see
the ice has nearly frozen me
if my friends die first i'll eat them
human flesh abominable sustenance
eternity to recompense
forgiveness in a lake of fire
worry now half the mountainside came down
i took a final look around
and held my breathe for two long weeks

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