In public places we exchange faces
Misplace our hate for social graces
Then we escape to the other life
Thats holds a suicidal kitchen knife
Run for the hills, run through the night
I've got to have a place in Paradise
But reality's hit with drops of moonlight
And burning the soul of those unloved
The darkening smile's ascent has begun
Passing from the conscience to belief
And from belief to the barrel of a gun
With tears of adrenaline staining satin sheets
Family photos bring only screams, of
Childhood memories by a productive mind
Sealed shut till your end of time
Pull the trigger to fade away from mankind
 
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