Pure

Self Contained

I Can Feel The Weight Of My Body

As My Voice Strains

Densensatized

From Beauty Scenes

The Enemy Is The Fear

That Falls Inbetween

Insomniac

I Sleep Awake

Displaced From My Unconsious State

Unmanageable

Refuse To Break

I Talk Back

Everyone Needs A Scapegoat

Someone To Throw The Rocks At



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Stab

My Soul Is Not For Sale

I Have Not Forgotten My Past

But I Will Remove The Nails

Force-fed Your Insecurities

I Have Bled With No Regrets

For What I Have Said...before

Or For What...i Plan To Say Next!



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Odor Of Sanctity

Is Not What You Smell On Me

Can't Make The Dirty Clean...

Control The Magazine

Under The Influence

I've Learned To Live With This...

So I Will Be Your Standard...of Comparison



The Standard Of Comparison

The Standard Of Comparison

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Your Standard...for Comparison