Dark and Faded.
• Written by mphondamike
I used to be that kid that You could beat up every night
With those tight pants, stained shirt, Gay lookin' sight
But now I'm on your ass,with an axe, wanna fight?
Messed up in the end, almost dead, why the fright?
Don't go looking around for a place to run and hide,
Won't go running through town to a dead place inside
It's not my goal to have you felt that this is the end of your life
But the cards have been dealt, and you've lost, roll the dice
No escaping, no waiting, no trading for your soul
no shaping, engaging, or staging your fall?
What is your choice between the good and the evil?
Where is your voice to mean the pushed and the fetal?
Is it scary that you can't contain your continuous treason?
or is it worse that you can't maintain your ingenuous demon?
This is the truth, your fate, dark and faded,
There is no room, your mistake, violently invaded...
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mphondamike
Member since June 22 2014