Punk Pøetry

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Always wrøng, always right
Always putting up a fight

All aløng, all my life
All was søld tø artist's minds

I wøuld tell a wøøden wørld tø burn beneath the sun

But whisper me a fragile lecture beføre my time is døne

Be blessed, feel lucky
Im letting yøu have yøur fun

Respect is a døuble-edged spear
The bløødshed has ønly just begun

Før all the ways I had høped tø cømmunicate, I start tø feel numb

I limp acrøss the desert, believing I am the ønly øne

But every fear is setting camp.... gøddamn it, i can't keep myself frøm søunding like yøu

Sø what's a man øf a brøken høur suppøsed tø dø?

The strange distørtion in yøur vøice haunts my stressed mind

Cøuldn't yøu have just døne, ønce møre, what yøu did beføre and leave me Behind?

Perhaps, we will see this a fiendish gøødbye

Pack yøur bags, yøur unøriginal flags

And put us øver appraising hands, tø disappøint yøur faithless friends

I hate the wind

Warned me again

Pinned tø the windøw by my skin

Winter's here.

A white sky spins

And believe me, I wøuld dive Right in

Før sømewhat øf a high life's hand