Cracks in fake masks
you keep changing who you are
you keep killing every villain I've become
I never had a chance to ever grow up
because I'm always on the run
so brace yourself and get ready
let's count down from 3,2,1
let's givem what they wanted
bring the bullets, I'll bring the guns.
our lives explode with the ferocity of an atom bomb
you wrote these words so sing along
in the end I hope you got exactly what you wanted
you never knew to begin with so you'll forced to be forever haunted
by the ghosts of regret and the endless chorus of what ifs
the what could have beens and the never given gifts
the should haves , could haves, the unspoken words will drive you mad
and you become another victim to the latest fad
because that's just who you are, a willing player in the game
afraid all the synthetic judgement, afraid to use your brain
you never were and never will be strong enough to live your life
you choose to live with assigned standards, thrive with all the hype
surrounding yourself with nothing but fake vampires, who tell you what to do and who give you all the answers
it's gotten to the point every word you say kills like cancer
stop trying to get my attention, this is the end you craved so you got it
a bullet that you loaded in my gun, then you shot it
after all the pain was gone and the sorrow took flight and retreated
cutting the chord from your poison influence was the cure that I needed
realizing now every time you assigned me to blame and you became an instant victim
all part of your sick plan and your twisted system
you used to smile at me sometimes and admit to the blackness of your soul
I should have run right then before it all blew out of control
you used my insecurities all my past problems and addictions
you took all my flaws and weaponized my chemical inflictions
cruelty I know now has a face , there's gonna come a time your gonna be put in your place
the tables will turn and the shoe forced on the other foot
robbed of everything your black heart holds dear and the happiness from the lives you took.
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