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Pull The Plug

Am I better off dead, is it all in my head?
There’s a snake in my mind, spitting venom and lies
It runs through my veins, paralyzed by the pain
I’m at the end of my rope, as it’s placed around my throat…

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Maybe this time I’ll wear these scars over my shirt

And tell everyone what it means to be hurt

Drag my broken legs around to chase their lost sun

And bite down on my own tactless tongue

Maybe this time I will stop swearing in wasted sins

The serpent in my neck, behead the prince

Drown past crosses, and tiptoe around rosary beads

A faith to tie over my wrists is what I need

Maybe this time I shall cease searching for my aorta

And don’t believe in entropy, even for an iota

Demolish this satirical pulse, retire the beat and kill

Maybe, just maybe, this time…I wouldn’t heal.

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Wake me up, I’m seconds from the end
I’m dying to feel, I’ve been dying to live
Will somebody give me a sign, so I know I’m alive?
It’s time to wake me up, or pull the plug
Pull the plug! Somebody wake me up!

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Mutually Assured Destruction (MAD)

You think that I’m a subdued human being;

Just another petty blade of grass

Another normal organism boredly living

So I’m usually ignored and passed

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But no one knows the terribly ugly truth

The clincher in the clean, orderly path

I am cleverly disguised, like the big bad wolf

No more hiding: I am a psychopath

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My body’s a highly dangerous minefield

In a wide valley of stepping feet

One little snap, just a small pressure to yield

And off goes my emotions, and my soul shatters, depletes

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And sometimes, when time comes to time

When dull people like you get tired of living in decline

So what do you do? Take it out on unknowing people like me

Sorry to say, but you just chose the wrong target, honey

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Talk me trash, test my patience, snap my bones

They’re all just words to me, useless sticks and stones

Because as you laugh like an idiot and titter and scoff

The short countdown in my mind slowly ticks off

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Throw me around, dirty my good name

Ten, nine, eight, seven

Pick on the innocent, and all in good fun

Six, five, four, three, two…and one.

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Then I’ll rampage the town, a violent monster

You realize your cataclysmic mistakes

My sense and humanity are there no longer

I’m just a vessel filled with poison and hate

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You can chase me around with your pitchforks and guns

You can try to hide somewhere, try to get away and run

Or you just simply watch as I madly drench you in blood

As the world cruelly realizes no one’ll save them, there is no god

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Am I sealing my fate by embracing the black heart of Death?

Will causing utter discord to the innocents bring me regret?

Am I going to burn? I already know all that, see

And you are burning down with me

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So go ahead then, make a try

If you really dare, just step on me

And we’ll both blow up to the skies

In mutual destruction and entropy.

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