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18 Carat Dust

I am disposable, I know.
About the way I look, how laughable, I know.
But what I really am you will never ever know,
Who I really am I will never ever show.
What I am my friend that's what I choose to be.

Before you preach and rape our thoughts.
Hear our appeal against all gods.

On this stage to many wounds were delivered
By tragedy players in lovelorn flesh bound.
Brought forth a tragedienne with bleeding wrists,
Desperately seeking for wounds not yet found.

I've walked away,
For another day to join a dance for a better world
To express the anguish for the hate today of a new generation's rise.

I've watched them build a cage around the world
To save the sky for the human mind.
I break down and cry,
And wish for more drugs,

Yet once beloved silencers, came to perish.
To enamoured hearts of eachother.
With darkness and night in their wings.
They bring silver tears in the eyes of lovers.

And on that sickly quiet evening,
The devil came to kiss his face.
Deceived him with a terrible presentiment.

Oh night deceive the day with your fabulous whores.
Don't leave us here for one day more.
Send me your greatest sons of war.
To bury me.
As I dreamed of a world forever dark,
And city's burn through brutal wars.
Where our gods turned out the evening light.
And forever banished us.

From out of devils dance I came.
To bless you all with hazy shame.
I bleed for all of you, so nothing saves me here.
For all who ever breathed fear.
I'm with angels flying near.
I'm also humanized with a sorrowed heart of ice.

I know I'm running through these weeds.

Its not a dream, from witch I fell.
But I know I'm here.
I know why I'm here.
Not a dream, Liberty.
I have one soul, or maybe more.

A million thoughts,
Are flashing through my mind.

Sorrow sunrise carve your strength into my veins.
And make me change.
Make me change.
My hands they shake the hope away,
Oh go away, please go away.
My restless consciousness awaken.
It burns my soul away.
The electric storm that kills my brain.

Looking at the face of a child who had died so young.
I'll be shooting on the killers that I want to become undone.
That my soul will be the reflection of all that I have done.
Yet I'll be grateful standing in the line with a shotgun.

I'm sorry but I think that my sense is running away.
Looking at the animals brutalised day by day.
I'll be here in my head fleeing from the world again

Oh life, forgive the tears that I spend for them,
Fire runs through me as I find myself cursed with you.
These uncontrolled emotions rest upon my shoulders.
When evil human beings turn their views at me.
My shade,
I am in pain
They have banished me,
So I'll banish them....