It's a song, with music in it and like some of that singing stuff. Pretty revolutionary, I mean singing AND MUSIC? Talk about kah-razy!

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Sometimes I write poetry, sometimes I write music, this is what happens when I mix them together.

Fire explosion a lesion of bleeding skin torn away within
Past and stretched over a frame work of lies
Which choke and gasp with holes punctured through
Inside the fire burns and scars what used to be so pretty
So pretty whatever that means hatred for the beautiful cool kids
Dance swaying disease infested whores and sluts dancing like a thousand fleas
Sucking or a parasite biting
Inside we're the same as each other so special so ordinary so what
Lined up and staring through my eyes or yours the same thing repeated
A cycle the fire the screaming the emptiness that fills the empty glass
And spills it like red milk from our mouths
We dip and jump and play and f*** everything is now depressing point of view
For all who gaze into the crystal palace ball with Cinderella teaching truth
No one pays attention unless you're f***ing perfect
A glass a slipper a stupid dizzy whore a male rapist prince to feed our kids
Just another dream to live and fail
The fire cycle burning acrylic acid leaking out of wounds left over from a sore
Perhaps a kiss from a cool kid like a lemon burnt on our skin
We cry and wish we could resist temptation
Desire herpes aids they spawn like rabbits biting ivory fangs latching onto our necks
Leaving bruises as reminders of where we've been
So long so long and thanks for all the fun we say and dance and f*** and play
Oh god now we ask for help broken and tired we scream
For patience for something to kill the time the pain inside
Like fire yes we know we brought it on ourselves
We loved to risk it all beneath the moon hanging low in the sky
We die eventually take a chance right why not just this time and now we burn
But not before we get our kicks us kids playing like grown ups
In the grassy fields paved over with concrete and building steel butterflies