Whiskey midnight mayhem blues

Scorpion sting
Aborted fetus
Creation of two
Left for only one
Left for the dead
The constant playback
in my head
Of the last words ever said

A belly full of lies
a heart less and less  of you
spitting  words
lies spoken
you can feel  the real of fake
you try to make off
try to pass off as truth
but everything fake
makes my insides
Shake shake shake

so fake it and take it
Down down down
way down
Far from you
Far from me

through a cracked mirror
images of distortion
what do you see?

through the eyes bleeding
or the eyes burning
the eyes of perception are misleading
with false beliefs and ideals
but somewhere
the truth is always there
always moving
always turning
always living

always giving it away

the truth speaks louder
than all the bullshit you say


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