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Roadside Crypt

Contributed by Butterat_Zool on Tuesday, 20th August 2002 @ 05:33:19 AM in AEST
Topic: SongLyrics

You are my facade.
You are my simple family pride.
You are my trophy for the world.
You’re what I cover up inside.

You’re floating on the surface
of the pot that holds my soul.
But when I’m shaken up,
you simply slip on out,
and all that’s left is a pot full of gold.

You own me like my carpet.
You fit me like my kin.

You are my weakest, bleakest secret.
You cling to me like Desperate Duck.
I need you like I need your skin.

You think that you’re just that important,
I think that it’s my job
to tell you that your going crazy.
Guess what sugar, you’re wrong.
When I told you how I cared,
My evil tongue just slipped.
You’re nothing more than pride’s delusion.
You are my roadside crypt.

When you smile and call me angry.
I can’t bear to cause you pain.
I do this for your own protection,
yet you see, it’s all the same.

The tunnel that you wander down
is on a one-way road.
You may think that I’m insane,
but your light at the end
is simply a train.

What you need is a f****** savior.
What you need, is a cup of cold water.
What you need is a liquid razor.
What you need is something hotter.
What you need, you parasite,
What you need is gone.
You cling onto the ever after.
Ever after’s wrong.

You think that you’re just that important,
I think that it’s my job
to tell you that your going crazy.
Guess what sugar, you’re wrong.
When I told you how I cared,
My evil tongue just slipped.
You’re nothing more than pride’s delusion.
You are my roadside crypt.

Copyright Â© Butterat_Zool ... [ 2002-08-20 05:33:19]
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Re: Roadside Crypt (User Rating: 1 )
by papajfat on Monday, 2nd September 2002 @ 02:45:52 PM AEST
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great write, all it needs is a really kick-*ss drum solo

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