In a fit of morbid cynisism, I have clipped lines from songs and a few narratives and arranged them into...something. I figure, if you can clip pictures from magazines and call it your own, I can clip words from other stuff and call this my own. Joy.
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Running with the shadows of the night
This is war
A lost soul out of place
And I slowly go insane
Puts my back up against the wall
Homeless sleeping on a cold, dark street
Fought a losing war on a foreign shore
A lifetime of dreams can’t be wrong
Crashed and burned, I know I never learned
Life isn’t tame
On a barbed wire fence
I taste the tears
Streak of madness lies inside of me
There’s just an empty space
When hope dies
Lost the fire I built my dream on
Nothing left here to remind me
Bruised silken sky and burning flag
Like bodies in an open grave
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