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Dying Breed

My mind is trapped in turmoil
I wont be an angel when i die
My veins are filled with your disease
My whole life is a lie
The trees are dying in this forest of mine
The animals left long ago
Extinction towards a dying breed
With nothing left to show
There is no ecstasy
only parrel left in me
lost in the desert of time
there is nothing I can see
Rain pours down, winds blow
The lightning strikes the sky
It lights up everything
as it hits the angel that flies by
 
Death to the creator of the molten sand
As I cross this bridge dont hold my hand
Listen to me as I cry for I am your main concern
I am human, I am not a fern
You held me long ago but you held on to tight
You are no longer special to me since that light
Mother Earth is good unlike Father Time
But everything is bad compared to this wind chime
 
Suicide is the only answer
If the question is what is death
The pain is killing me inside
The only medication is meth
sex adds more grief
to the already rotting pain
I am losing what little brain I have left
I am going insane
The tragedy of Pompeii
Is nothing compared to the tragedy in me
I am bleeding what I really am
True Anarchy
Illusiion in the mind
mind fuck inside
lightning striking everywhere
Killing the angel that flies by
 
Death to the creator of the molten sand
As I cross this bridge dont hold my hand
Listen to me as I cry for I am your main concern
I am human, I am not a fern
You held me long ago but you held on to tight
You are no longer special to me since that light
Mother Earth is good unlike Father Time
But everything is bad compared to this wind chime