I am just a sick man; they’ve all washed their hands.
I leave metaphors all in my wake.
I’m a freak, i am weak, I’m a fool, my whole future’s looking bleak.
You’re so cool, look at you, beautiful.
You turn heads when you walk through.
I’m a waste, a waste of space, a bitter taste,
No such luck, No saving grace
Just shut your fucking mouth and know your place!!!
I can hear the walls, they are stalking.
Whispers in my ear, i follow fear.
For me, Saturn rise, this world is ending.
I comprise a lie now i feel fine.
Cheap perfume and hotel rooms, i can see our marriage ending
I cut myself to feel a thirst for hate
Teach me how to breathe; I’m no machine to waste away
Teach me all these games you love to play...
I am Phobos, i am Deimos,
With dirt between my nails and staring down a gun,
Halfway from paradise towards the King and failed sun
I live amongst the stars, yet forged beneath the floor;
forever running circles around the God of War.
Chasing milk of poppy, suppression begins to mount.
I hope she will appear, soon to surely see us.
I am just Mars, waiting for Venus!!
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