Caricamento in corso...

Roughly Awaken

I have played the cards of blame
Shaking in misery because of the fame
It isn’t easy to fit inside a frame
A single shot isn’t the way
A single picture isn’t a show
You only kill a person with a final blow
I know
I know
We’ve all got the scene
Shooting a movie like a porno dream
When it comes to the screams
I prefer horror over the sleaze
I prefer nightmares over dreams
 
I have walked the streets of shame
I know how we’re all the same
Roughly awaken
Like a baby that’s shaken
Dying from a broken heart
This isn’t apart of what we want to see
But you can’t deny reality
Don’t be blind
You have eyes
You’re supposed to see
People aren’t always what they seem
A mother, a father
All in between
Are not just that upon the flat screen
Liars and thieves
Grave robbers and sleaze
We’re all covered in scars
We cover them with sleeves
Yet we still bleed
And it shows through
To all who care to see
 
I don’t believe we’ve met
And yet I know all of these faces
Actors are liars
Runners have paces
We need our own spaces
Like the white line traces
Rolling from your spines to your faces
Keep the razor blades away from me
Power punch addict I’d like to think
Blood from my mouth spills down the sink
I won’t repeat
The things I have said
Because I’ve lost my teeth
I’m laid on a bed
Just waiting for death
 
I have walked the streets of shame
I know how we’re all the same
Roughly awaken
Like a baby that’s shaken
Dying from a broken heart
This isn’t apart of what we want to see
But you can’t deny reality
Don’t be blind
You have eyes
You’re supposed to see
People aren’t always what they seem
A mother, a father
All in between
Are not just that upon the flat screen
Liars and thieves
Grave robbers and sleaze
We’re all covered in scars
We cover them with sleeves
Yet we still bleed
And it shows through
To all who care to see
 
Poison at it’s finest
Mankind at it’s kindest
Like a rapist’s an artist
The world in it’s illness
Stomachs that rumble to points of sickness
As God stands by as a witness
Filthy beings deserve the beatings
Yet the clean weren’t always the cleanest
People aren’t always what they seem
We’re all covered in scars
We cover them with sleeves
Yet we still bleed
And it shows through
To all who care to see
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