02-15-2013, 04:37 AM
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Join Date: Oct 2011
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Wound
Trapped in a corner
Waiting for your messiah To free you from the bonds you built yourself And for all we know No one is coming Betrayed by a lie you concocted in your head To hell with it all Rumors spurring hatred Opinions portrayed as facts Leave it alone Prodding the wound Only permits it to grow A pacifist Conflict avoidant To the point where it starts fights Bottling self-loathing Keeping it warm The heat off your head incubates it Every day Running a rut in my mind Every day Slowly going blind Every day Scratching at the sore Every day Hearing things I can't ignore |
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02-15-2013, 08:32 PM
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Metal Pagan
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: Wilbraham, Taxachusetts
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I really love the uses of the words incubates and concocted in here. The flow of this song and the repetition of Every day works wonderfully. Very good job!
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03-15-2013, 01:55 PM
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Join Date: Jul 2011
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I really like this too! If this was a song I'd probably play it.
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