Sorry Misery from Twisted by Lucid Dementia

broke apart by the thought of the size of the load, and you go and you show that you know that the bone is a part of a one of a part, of a whole, and you try to be smart but it all falls apart and the ones that you know know that you dont know anymore then you thought that you thought you could know and try to escape from yourself in this hole, but yer cold, and yer cold, and yer cold, and yer cold...

your hole is a sorry misery
your hole is a sorry mess
your hole is a sorry misery
a sorry misery

there's a thought in my head and i try to keep it down but the sound of the thought tries to drown, tries to drown, and i swim and i swim but the flood gate begins to part out the flood of my blood of my blood, and i try and i try to repress what's inside but color that i shine is the skin that i ride and the guilt and the shame to this feeling that remains that im cold, and im cold, and im cold, and im cold...

the wanting in my head
the needing in your bed
the flaunting of your fate
the sickness of your hate
my time has run out
your time has run out...

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