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Janus and the Beast

There’s nothing like a trail of blood
To find your way back home
And nothing feels as cold inside as heaven down below
I’ve been lost and never found, afraid
To speak my truth out loud
With empty hands I came into this world
And I’ll leave just the same…

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Blood smeared on the walls

Like the smiles on your two faces

Taunting a mechanical reaction

Of storms and clever rhetorics

That died of natural causes

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But the truth is far from you

This miserable incineration

Of my outer demons breaking

Leaving the scar issues making

News all over my gossipy skin

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And my migraine’s headlining

Medications inventing versions

Of the story no one wants to tell

Stigmata leaving sensible stigmas

Bitter bidding angels wish you hell

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Blood smeared all over the walls

Like the frowns on your two faces

Making a cruel definition agreed

Of cyclones and asinine comebacks

That revived the primal nature in me.

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Death, you cannot take me, you’ve tried and failed before
With everything so deafening, each breath worth fighting for
I refuse to be your casualty ’cause pain has its reward
No longer trapped in agony, you cannot take me, I survive the storm…

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Primal Fear

I can’t escape myself
So many times I’ve lied
But there’s still rage inside
Somebody get me through this nightmare
I can’t control myself…

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I can’t last, can’t escape

My bloodshot eyes can’t tell

I can’t love, but can hate

Cage the animal in eternal hell

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I tried to let go of the knife

In the past, when it was dark

But the nightmare in my life

Can’t be tamed with a mark

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I can’t last, can’t escape

My bloody hands hang limp

I can sleep but can’t wake

Burn the beast when it sinks

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I have tried to shake off

All the voices in my brain

But the screams and scoffs

Causes an eternal migraine

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I can’t last, can’t escape

All the blood has exited my body

I can’t fake, I can’t take

Bury the creature in the cemetery.

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So what if you can see the darkest side of me?
No one would ever change this animal I have become
And we believe it’s not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal I have become
And we believe it’s not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal…

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And They Scream For Blood

You got your finger on the trigger, kid
You got your finger on the trigger, kid
Line it up, line it up, line it up
And hit me with the truth…

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Visceral parts thrown around like celebrating confetti, a showering rain of liquid ruby carnage

Welcome to the brave new world’s generation, this innovative, clean, technological age

Of brave battles bloodshed and bandages wrapped around weaklings’ wounds and warfare

Where justice is so flexible it can be bent and broken easily by the careless corrupting unfair

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The tired newscaster rambles on the current vivid headlines blankly in a monotonous voice

As if reading off a shopping list boredly, the lost names, the fallen victims of a such a cruel deed

The government is your empowerment, but they announce that you didn’t have much of a choice

This can’t be helped, we’re here for you, we’re here for greed, your vote is all we crave and need

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Splanchnic explosions splattering what once was a living human being to the stained white walls

But do their fellow humans run away and cry for help? No. They simply laugh and jeer and call

Asking, almost begging, for more skin and bone and muscle ripped apart to minute paper shreds

Humpty Dumpty’s bones and hearts and eyeballs rolling on the floor, or better yet, a head

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Eating your cold TV dinners in sickest satisfaction while the hostage shooting still carries on

And slurp down your spaghetti quite loudly as a suicide terrorist kills basically everyone

Our brains were trained to bramble, stumble, handle the different sadistic acts of humanity

But when it all comes down to everything, we’re the sadists that have been brainwashed so cruelly

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We demand grotesque entertainment to lose our senses and to alleviate our own listless bore

And so we scream, we scream for macabre death and then we scream loudly for even more

We aren’t satisfied with censored pictures, we need photos to shudder even the very soul of God

And so we scream childishly, like primal violent animals, and we scream some more for spilling blood.

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Stick to your guns
Stick to your guns…

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The Last Straw

Don’t try to deny it
You cannot hide it
I’ll be ignited
When I get to watch you burn

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Temper licked at my mind like an uncontrollable blazing fire

My eyes flashed vivid crimson as I envisioned a funeral for a liar

Nerves soared with prickling feelings, as my heartbeat raced impossibly fast

Rigid muscles itching to take a couple swings and break something at last

Roaring and raging from my throat, explosions and eruptions arose

My primal instincts gave way to anger as my senses came to a close

You pleaded for me to stop this madness, but how utterly hypocritical of you

Because you were the one who snapped in half my very last fragile straw.

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