Little Antidote:
Right or Wrong
You're always strong
Yet barely even breathing....
Condemned, you fell
It's easy to tell
Pick up the pieces to feed them.
TELL ME
The pieces fit.
YOU'RE NOTHING
That I can't fix.
IT'S BURNING...
But I can hardly even tell...
The perfect little antidote
To your little spell.
Sear the flesh
And harden the eyes
To a world that you can't
COMPROMISE!
PROMISE ME
The world for ashes
EMPTY
Another promise lacking
WHY CAN'T WE
Escape from here
The monster within is only
Feeding your FEARS!
Through stitched lips
And swollen eyes...
For all the years...
Eating nothing but lies...
Coming to call...
Coming to call...
Anger is better than feeling nothing at all!
Pick up the pieces to feed them....
Pick up the pieces to feed them....
Pick up the pieces to feed them....
PICK UP THE PIECES!RAAA!!!!
PROMISE ME
The world for ashes
EMPTY
Another promise lacking
WHY CAN'T WE
Escape from here
The monster within is only
Feeding your FEARS!
STEP UP!
STEP IN!
COME DOWN!
YOUR SIN!
Pick up the pieces to feed them....
STEP UP!
Pick up the pieces to feed them....
STEP IN!
Pick up the pieces to feed them....
COME DOWN!
Pick up the pieces to feed them...
YOUR SIN!
PICK UP THE PIECES!!!!
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Keisha Manuel
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