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smells like roadkill on the open grillthat love still pressing hard against your clumsy willfire raging from a camera's flashwill turn your whole pretty life into smooth soft ashdid this just happen or did you do itno one barges into your life you have to guide them to itdid this just happen or did you do itout with the screaming cicadasout where the night really lets you gothey thought you'd lost yourself, children tend to roamthey didnt know you had found your homenow the city floor stabs your feetyou'd like to melt all the concretebaby, they'd never kill you but they'll cast you outyour mothers kissing your dog's lipsyour baby brothers got a mouth full of shityour dad is screaming at a flashing screenwho the fuck are these peoplewhat the fuck do they meanloud, angry rock and roll confessionswill never save you from your senseless obsessionsdeep inside your mind that tape will stubbornly rewindLetras de cancionesand you may not ever be the samedid this just happen or did you do itthis tangled mass of bodies, you will never see through ityoull think, "did this just happen or did i do it"they want to speak to your fatherthey want to know how you got this waythey want to hold you responsiblethey want to first make sure thats okayi still see some of the old freaksthe lies they still telllittle hiccups from hellwhen they fall in with theireyes all hanging from their socketshands reaching for the wallsbut mine are in my pocketsi keep my brain on a heavy metal chainswinging high above my head, and i'm proud to be insanebut when your wildest thoughts and addictions get strongerwhatever doesn't kill you only takes you longeri laughed--stunned, nervous, and afraidat the places they'd goneall the things i'd mademy trash bags of love, how i threw them on the streetto watch them float like balloons quickly out of reachnow here come the lionswith their teeth torn outtheir claws removedand their eyes half closedand they're gnawing on my legsand scratching at my feetand i'm hoping that their angerwill put them to sleepwhen you've dried your eyes, but your skin still weepsyou should make a plan and ride it off to sleep From Letras Mania