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Urine Blonde

Beneath the sands of time,
Is where I bury my eyes,
We sleep denounced, forgotten,
Place our hands to the skies,
And rise,

Rotten seed flowers,
Hatred devours,

The fashion has replaced the very essence, of your soul,
They put the gun to your head,
But you pulled the trigger man,

Something that I’ve never ever had,
Are you my friend,
Something that I’ve never ever had,
Are you my friend,

Deadly dream with eyes wide open,

Something that I’ve never ever had,
Are you my friend,

Brush the hair now drenched with affection,
Your eyes could never hide your intention,

I hate my generation, their jaded eyes,
Their degradation, is the getaway,

I’ve got a thing, a condition,
It infects the soul,
I’m stepping out,
Where no men, dare to go,

Possession of your soul,
Complete control,
Of your total soul,

You’ve got a look like you’ve got something to say, don’t talk to me when I put you down,
You’ve got a look like you’ve got something to say, don’t talk to me when I put you down,

Father, voyeur, soul destroyer.

Kiss, make-up
Broke her daddies trust,
Smeared make up,
Won't wake up,
Kiss, make-up
Broke daddies trust,
Smeared make up,
Won't wake up,
She won't wake up.

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