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This is the first verse of'a song I've recorded...Feedback is welcome...But im more concerned to if people understand what is about...The entire Alone Wita Sharp Object project has been comeing along with alot of...diffrent subjects...Ive been in serious debate lately if i wanna just trash it all or keep going with it...After a few people respond...I'll say what its about if noone figures it out...Thanks
If bloods the key to life, im draining fountians dry...Im as cold as dry ice, & prone to tell these felines'a lie...See the secret of seduction is inda twist of'a tounge...The sincere stair that blinds like'a singe of'tha sun...I mesmorize thier soft bodies & caress inner souls...Not knowing im dead inside, leave'ing the truth untold...You can feel the frost bite through my lips...Stabbing the mind like a glacier wit'a ice pick...No closure, no life, no reflection inda mirror...Silently cyphaning, while ya fears simply disapear...Unmask the pleague wich you so calmly hate...Enter into the deseption wich GOD cast into fate...The blood that bleeds is symbolisim for thanks...& if LOVE is the cause, night is when we awake...I was shoved into despair with this internal feeling of pain...Its not that i don't care, but i hate the memories that remain...So soft to touch, but i wilt roses & freeze drops of rain...I didn't know this much, till i found that my life was sacraficed in vane...I don't desire lust, but temptation is more then i can handle...Place stars in your hand & let wind blowout this candle...
If bloods the key to life, im draining fountians dry...Im as cold as dry ice, & prone to tell these felines'a lie...See the secret of seduction is inda twist of'a tounge...The sincere stair that blinds like'a singe of'tha sun...I mesmorize thier soft bodies & caress inner souls...Not knowing im dead inside, leave'ing the truth untold...You can feel the frost bite through my lips...Stabbing the mind like a glacier wit'a ice pick...No closure, no life, no reflection inda mirror...Silently cyphaning, while ya fears simply disapear...Unmask the pleague wich you so calmly hate...Enter into the deseption wich GOD cast into fate...The blood that bleeds is symbolisim for thanks...& if LOVE is the cause, night is when we awake...I was shoved into despair with this internal feeling of pain...Its not that i don't care, but i hate the memories that remain...So soft to touch, but i wilt roses & freeze drops of rain...I didn't know this much, till i found that my life was sacraficed in vane...I don't desire lust, but temptation is more then i can handle...Place stars in your hand & let wind blowout this candle...
