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There was a time when the medicine worked
There was a time when pain was pleasure
What time is it now?
is it time to search for other medicines?
Is it time to search for a more excrutiating pain?
Or is it time to get better?
You can find me wandering aimlessly through the night
You can find me dreaming for an empty world
My perfect world consists of my glass walls and gray skies
Is it time for my perfect world?
"Come with me and you can find that place"
I took her brittle and beautiful hand
I followed her into a deep dark place
I now reside in a constant battle
I now live under her beck and call
We all know she is Queen
Who before has objected?
Who's life was taken?
How many?
Who was rewarded?
I'm stuck doing jobs for her
These jobs are rewarding in a sick way
It's too good to deny it
It's too horrible to get out
Who's gonna save me now?
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Posted by WitheldMyself on 2009-10-27 01:05:10 | Rating: | Views: 16
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