It’s all overgrown but you’ll never know
Take the mirror from the wall so I can’t see myself at all
Don’t wanna see another damn inch of my skull
Forget the poems of saints and ghosts, I’m the one I fear the most
Little did I know that I was only crying wolf…
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Lied faceless identities and lost nameless bones
Broken mirrors romancing with concrete stones
Low voices muttering in the middle of the night
Back against the wall, turned under black lights
Standing in the midst of destruction that rebirths
Sacrificing sanctity for the sake of scars to revert
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I will be what’s wrong with the world.
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A hundred metaphors deleted in boldface type
Swearing for the shadows, cursing lack of spite
For no one envisions a future with personal ties
Because tongues can only soar out when they lie
An arsenal of armory, walls built to keep them out
Convinced by the paranoia and mitigated by doubt
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I will be what’s wrong with the world.
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So call out the name that’s censored in every news station
Immortalised only in faded graffiti and youthful separation
So seek on and find now what can only be seen by the blind
To a place where wrong is right, and the heart beats the mind
I won’t be the marching guide, the black parade you’ll follow
But in a reality of common opposites and moral contradictions, I know
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I am what’s wrong with the world.
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No I never sold my soul, no I never sold mine
I know it’s so wrong but I’m so far gone
Don’t need you to tell me I’m so cynical
Quit being so over-skeptical
Don’t need a metaphor for you to know I’m miserable…