Contradiction
Purgatory is pretty much a bunch of like ironic contradictions in life, i guess. ...Also free to be interpreted.
Purgatory:
Suddenly…I’m looking for a way out, everything is said and done, And I cannot trust anyone. For what it’s worth, I am worthless, more or less like dirt. Nobody ever said it hurt for good, for better or for worse. On this battleground of demons and angels where love is fatal and bliss is painful, there’s holes all around, no matter where I go, I’m falling down, to get right back up off the ground, just wishing you would hear me out.
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In the eye of the hurricane and we’re fine for now, but not for long. In the calm before the storm, and I’m not willing to suffer any more.
I cannot believe your sudden suicidal tendencies, you seem to question everything, when that’s just how it’s meant to be. I’m trying to explain the process in which I have found my faith, there’s practically no harder way, your dealing with the highest stakes. Just stay below the radar, and keep away from chaos. Since then, I no longer dwell in hell… I raise the cross and praise the God that picked me up, and gave me all that I could ever want, all that I could ever want, all that I could ever want .
When your taking ill advice, the end result won’t be on that you like. We always feel compelled to fight, and know what’s wrong but still deny that we’ve created on our own, this lonely hole that we call home, and we’ve created by ourselves, this heaven and this hell.
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Your walking that thin line, like a satanist’s holy sacrificial shrine,
Your burning up inside, with that purgatory state of mind.
That purgatory state of mind.
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