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Post by twistedangel on Jun 19, 2017 1:22:18 GMT -5
Sitting in the back of an inner city Education thrown away cos I think am pretty Listening to promises of a modern Faygin
Step outide on a midnight pavement These high heels click to me own depravement Late night convo thru a rolled down window
Heavy rain splash from a broken gutter Dark alley sins our bread an butter As another body floats ignored by a canal-side condo
Tomorrows on repeat every day the same Repentance comes with elastic round a vein Judas church doors locked to protect their silver
Cry for answers but do we know the question Ever sinking into quagmires of depression Do we need another crucifixion for our own redemption
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Neon
Jun 19, 2017 1:24:34 GMT -5
Post by twistedangel on Jun 19, 2017 1:24:34 GMT -5
AN Faygin aint spelt proper cos the filters dont like it pffft
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Neon
Jun 24, 2017 1:07:29 GMT -5
Post by twistedangel on Jun 24, 2017 1:07:29 GMT -5
Heya Spirit, this one kinda started out as song lyrics..then it is couldn't come up with a chorus an it went on to long...so I chopped it down a bit before I bored meself lol :-)
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