Tuesday, June 19, 2012

What I hear are the substitutions for afflictions in my illusions.
I've captured my mind in a motion, I'm going under the radar of my mistakes.

It beckons within, my weaker state.
Taking advantage of dark parts of me.
The darker parts of me.
 
[pause]

I hate myself for trying.
My lies aren't justified.
It's no use denying
What my eyes have already seen.

I hate myself for trying.
My lies aren't justified.
It's no use denying
What my eyes have already seen.

I'm conflicted, and she's useless.
she's inspired, by the echoes left inside.

She's beckoning, hear her beckoning?
To the darker parts of me. The darker parts of me.

I hate myself for trying.
My lies aren't justified.
It's no use denying
What my eyes have already seen.

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