anguish sweeping over our souls
gagged and bound this world slumbers
a broken dreamland perpetration
caught in a world between
perfect crimson sadness
i\'ve come to know myself too well

never a part of your fairytale world
but i don\'t love me just the way that i am
the voices inside are talking
time wasted on pointlessness
the voices in my head so rich and deep
these things have consumed me

it seems as though you never try
at least my tears aren\'t useless
make us weak and steal our choice
plunged into the abyss of your betrayal
an abnormal feeling of wonder
just another laboratory test

your heart has gone dark
breaking through or breaking down
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\"It\'s time to eat breakfast!\" (Sylvester \'Sly Boots\' Bucelli)