murdermechanics

Remnants of your smile
smeared on the mirror
Painted into perfect passion
Leftover skin under my nails
They still taste of you
Smeared blood on the floor
Paving a one way road into oblivion
A tear runs clear over the red
Following you through unexistence

Paper drifting on the still warm air
Born on nightmares of childrens tales
dragged slowly through the filth
cold puddles of piss and blood
its time for your final goodbyes
like preachers and altar boys on bent knee
praying to the holy snake of flesh
wishing for the venom of sacrilege
smashed with a brick, batterd by the viper
garbage cans become coffins
funeral flowers...
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Why perpetuate the invisible
When sides collide the meaning is simple
In through one hole we all look the same
Black and white is easier than color
Technicolor dreams of unity and peace
The ink still runs after its dry
lack of knowledge leads to disaster
carry on with your booze and bitching