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buried alive

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in this wretched place
we stew in our own mistakes
with boiling blood we say
"everything is great"

but what do you say when every word is a lie?
what will you do since you are just growing up to die?

old timer, coal miner, breathe in my dust
i live in lust with the dark days
where the skies are cold and grey
life seems so constant and plain

you could take my head at the gallows
or you could bring this war to my front door

but you never were a friend in the first place

we found you out

and whats really worth shouting about?

my head is a mess and friends are like dead ends

but i set the bricks in the grout, so what the fuck am i complaining about?

fuck

-j
 

Posted 0000-00-00 at 0000-00-00

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