Sanitaria

Sanitaria

Oh, bucolic heart-throb, the one I live for,
Oh, catatonic extrovert, the one I give for,
Hold the lies and try to pick up the pieces,
Hold your thoughts with another brand new thesis,
So you say that we%u2019ll all die in the end,
But I%u2019ll deal with it in another time will mend,
You pencil sketched eye%u2019s in living flesh,
You cancelled hair made of torn up mesh,
You%u2019re the note in the songs I fucked,
You%u2019re the finger that the string has plucked,
Line after line on the blank of the page,
Become all too much to deal with at this stage,
I%u2019ll be your angel that destroyed himself,
If I walk down this road to somewhere else,
The people bitch and judge and complain,
I wasn%u2019t born this way, but they%u2019ll never do that again,
This dream of all the remembered lies,
My words have fallen with blood from the skies,
And in the collaged note of paper words,
I hold my head, because I%u2019m the only one that heard,
Thoughts fade with the inspiration,
And they%u2019re weaker again in the next generation,
The only disadvantage was that I was born myself,
I%u2019m real life but I%u2019m trapped in a shell,
I hide in an imaginary world of lies,
From the nightmare tree that%u2019s cutting up the skies,
Staring eye%u2019s and hand-stitched skin,
I%u2019d make you up, but I wouldn%u2019t know where to begin,
Cut and twist the picture perfect doll,
Force your hand and play into the roll,
The digital stone that paints out my sound,
The only fire that man has ever found,
Do you find yourself when you dig inside of me,
Is making me lock myself away what sets you free,
The wire fence in between the smile,
The broken glass on the bare foot mile,
The empty thoughts that become my dreams,
The clichéd words that replace my screams,
My greatest excuse was that I do not fight,
But I dream of killing the haters every single night,
I dress in black so you see what I%u2019m not,
You got it wrong and the radio lies were bought,
The government is out there to get us all,
The truth is in the latest tax reform,
The train of thought derailed inside a bottle,
The shaky hand controlled my throttle,
The mono-chrome coloured manipulation,
The first grass after the devastation,
In my hand I hold the key to the end,
But if I cut myself, then I won%u2019t be my friend,
Fascinated by my brand new litany,
Friend of my friend, myself his enemy,
How can I ever understand you%u2019re point of view,
When I can%u2019t tear my gaze from looking at you,
All the name%u2019s that I%u2019ve called my own,
Aren%u2019t good enough now that you%u2019re have grown,
If there%u2019s anything that I haven%u2019t learnt,
It%u2019s that playing with fire%u2019s going to get you burnt,
Flame is personified inside of you,
I love the warmth of your every tai ku,
The memories of memory%u2019s and undeniable fact,
I%u2019d hold you up if I didn%u2019t hold you back,
I%u2019d write another line but what%u2019s the point,
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