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There's ghosts in you, there's ghosts in me.
There's ghosts in you, there's ghosts in me.
Memories, are only cold bbodies in the graveyard, that is my mind.
So many, faces, gone or forgotten, only a name signifies their lives.
Could I be a ghost to another,
So much vapor in their heads?
My memories are fleeting, I assume theirs are as well.
They're only ghosts to me, I might be just a ghost to them.
Nostalgia, is a second coming, the dead rising from their graves.
Cold and bloodless monsters, that bring us only pain.
Could I be a ghost to another,
So much vapor in their heads?
My memories are fleeting, I assume theirs are as well.
They're only ghosts to me, I might be just a ghost to them.
I find myself in the graveyard some nights alone,
No other souls know enough to keep me from this place I know.
There are no tangible masses of the dead rising.
They are only ghosts, though they can't touch me
I feel the pain just the same.
And I wanna cry.
I feel the pain just the same.
And I wanna die.
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Torture Victim Soliloquy
03:05
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Why must I endure this pain,
And just who, the hell are you?
I'm all the excuses, that you've ever had.
I'm needles, i'm blades, for good and for bad.
I am your torture victim,
You've got me, chained to a wall.
I am your torture victim,
All the pain in your heart, i'd bear it all
I know that I am, talking to myself,
I hope i'm listening.
I'm the one who brings her up, put's the pain upon myself.
I'm all I can blame for each step in this hell.
I am your torture victim,
You've got me, chained to a wall.
I am your torture victim,
All the pain in your heart, i'd bear it all
When we remember past loves,
We can only, only hurt ourselves.
Focusing only only on the good times,
I'm running blades up and down my skin.
Why?
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You'll find no pleasure there, when you open fresh cuts.
There's no emotion there, just a way to bury old loves.
We pour out everything, leave the blood spilling down our arms.
Together suicide, leave our demons to the world.
No, we cant run, no, we can't hide.
Fear get's the best of us every single time.
Our exploded hearts, they cannot lie.
The blood on the walls tells a story, love's why we died.
We thought life was our hell, so there'd be no afterlife,
But the demons that we're running from chased us inside.
Hell's inside my mind
Heaven can't exist for lovers, who take their own lives.
Shadows swarm around, hands from broken hearts, they pull me down.
I'm being chased, and I just want my monsters to leave me alone.
We made a terrible mistake, ther's more to fear, on down the line.
We made a terrible mistake, how could I ever fix you leaving me behind?
No, we cant run, no, we can't hide.
Fear get's the best of us every single time.
Our exploded hearts, they cannot lie.
The blood on the walls tells a story, love's why we died.
Hell's inside my mind
Heaven can't exist for lovers, who take their own lives.
Hell is inside my mind
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It's almost as if you don't look at me.
Baby, you look through me.
It's just as if I had some form of leprosy.
I am ill but it's not a disease.
I've got love in my heart, you've got hate in your eyes.
Do I look like some kind of Frankenstein?
You've got fear in your heart, not like the fear in mine.
I just might be the kind of thing you despise.
But you can't imagine to look at me, anything that you and I could ever be.
Am I covered in scars, am I made of filth?
Festering from the inside out.
Am I less than a man, why can't you use your hands,
In salutation, just a friendly greeting?
I've got love in my heart, you've got hate in your eyes.
Do I look like some kind of Frankenstein?
You've got fear in your heart, not like the fear in mine.
I just might be the kind of thing you despise.
But you can't imagine to look at me, anything that you and I could ever be.
Whoah...
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Vrede Hemel Edinboro, Pennsylvania
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