RIVERS OF RAZERS
RUNNING THROUGH MY VEINS
CLENCHING MY FIST WHILE I ENJOY THE PAIN
MY EMOTIONS HAVE BEEN FORCED TO STAY AWAY
AS MY SPIRITUAL TONGUE ENJOYS THE TASTE
BITTER AT FIRST THEN SLOWLY TURNS SWEET
SOMETHING LIKE LOVE THAT CAME FROM DECEIT THE SMELL OF IT ALL I JUST CANT DENY
FROM THIS DESPERATE SMOKE
THAT REACHES FOR THE SKY
THIS FIERY PRESENCE THAT SURROUNDS MY BODY
LETS ME KNOW THAT THIS USED TO BE ME
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FORCED TO ACCEPT WHAT I DO NOT LIKE
NOW LEARNING HOW TO ENJOY
WHAT I WAS FORCED TO LIKE
GRIEF IT SEEMS,AINT BAD AFTER ALL
LOOK HOW I LEARNED TO LOVE IT
AFTER ONLY MY FIRST FALL