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Rauður
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Your emotions are without substance, you wear such an ugly mask.
What do you hide behind it? Would you just shed your skin already?
Revealing your true face, faking compassion.
Your reckless malice speaks volumes about you.
Your reckless malice speaks to me with mighty truth.
I stick your flesh onto a frame, sinking the hooks in.
Stitches within, stitches without but still gorgeousness.
A new messiah, a foolish martyr, a masochistic saviour laughs.
You serve as an example to the seething masses, you'll never fuck with me again.
I am painting Hell red with your bleeding heart.
I am painting Hell red with the blood of the weak.
You cannot escape me with all of your charm and deceit.
I am going to pain Hell red.
Stare like a zombie into the eyes of the television messiah
to live vicariously through the eyes of those who suffer without ever having to put your own life at risk.
Your true face betrays the words that tumble from your mouth.
Your reckless malice speaks volumes and I can feel your dead weight.
Your reckless malice speaks volumes to me, of pleasure and pain and of love lost.
Breathe deeply, feel the rush as the blade hits your milky white skin.
Suspend all feeling, swimming in the adrenaline rush you forget your burdens.
I am stitching your flesh onto a flame to serve as an example
of humiliation and of shame.
I was once so beautiful and now all I am is helpless, hopeless.
I still lead the way, hoping that I haven't completely lost my way.
My scars run deep and you lash out at me to open them up again,
now you are hindering my plans.
Mere words are so sharp, so honed.
My forked tongue, ready to strike,
but all I really wan to do right now is:
I am painting Hell red with the blood of fool martyrs.
I am painting Hell red with the blood of the unclean
and knowing absolutely no consequences.
The lines are beginning to blur, there is no great reward awaiting us.
-=Trauma Queen / Goddess Complex / Daughter of Sappho publishing 2010=-
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Your emotions are without substance, you wear such an ugly mask.
What do you hide behind it? Would you just shed your skin already?
Revealing your true face, faking compassion.
Your reckless malice speaks volumes about you.
Your reckless malice speaks to me with mighty truth.
I stick your flesh onto a frame, sinking the hooks in.
Stitches within, stitches without but still gorgeousness.
A new messiah, a foolish martyr, a masochistic saviour laughs.
You serve as an example to the seething masses, you'll never fuck with me again.
I am painting Hell red with your bleeding heart.
I am painting Hell red with the blood of the weak.
You cannot escape me with all of your charm and deceit.
I am going to pain Hell red.
Stare like a zombie into the eyes of the television messiah
to live vicariously through the eyes of those who suffer without ever having to put your own life at risk.
Your true face betrays the words that tumble from your mouth.
Your reckless malice speaks volumes and I can feel your dead weight.
Your reckless malice speaks volumes to me, of pleasure and pain and of love lost.
Breathe deeply, feel the rush as the blade hits your milky white skin.
Suspend all feeling, swimming in the adrenaline rush you forget your burdens.
I am stitching your flesh onto a flame to serve as an example
of humiliation and of shame.
I was once so beautiful and now all I am is helpless, hopeless.
I still lead the way, hoping that I haven't completely lost my way.
My scars run deep and you lash out at me to open them up again,
now you are hindering my plans.
Mere words are so sharp, so honed.
My forked tongue, ready to strike,
but all I really wan to do right now is:
I am painting Hell red with the blood of fool martyrs.
I am painting Hell red with the blood of the unclean
and knowing absolutely no consequences.
The lines are beginning to blur, there is no great reward awaiting us.
-=Trauma Queen / Goddess Complex / Daughter of Sappho publishing 2010=-
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Brynhildur
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Very good, really gives a clear image in your mind. Well done, especially that "Forked tongue" bit. Excellent!
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