Fall From Grace
Ere Our Eyes
This is the tennant of forgery,Buried in tacks of luxury.Everytime he says a wordHe is aiming his feet on fireWith black suit and formal attireHe hang in lies with his neck tieThis is the grace of profecyStucked in the mud of intimacyEvery word she speaks to meMake me aim my heart to hella rather dramatic judgementAnd translation of pathetic to poeticThis is the concept of irriversibilityPast has passed, we can't hold it backCan't hold back the choices we madeIt may change our livesit may make me cryBut life goes on, seconds just pass bythis piece is the chance to verifywether all of these were just liesSo i can escape from all these tiesBefore i'll cut my viens and dieMy heart would break and turn to piecescoz you, you left me hanging with teases.
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