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Hidden Behind the Cross
written by Genocide Reaper09:09 PM 8/6/04| You think you know me, but when it comes down to it, face to face, all of the memorys you try and erase, whats real and whats fake.. Everything you take, and every mirror you break. you don't know a damn thing about me, or my sins, nothing you say makes any sense to me, you havn't even looked at yourself..How can you? when your soul is so ugly it shatters your reflection. You'll never see. (Whats> Hidden> Behind the Cross>) You'll never know me, you'll never comprehend, Never..I know. You try to pick and stick your fingers around the edge, to uncover another life saved. You don't have a clue, and God knows its true. Your blind assumptions will be the very end of you.. Go ahead, take a look in your Holy book, look for guidence instead of hype. (You'll never see whats Hidden> Behind> the Cross>) How can I expect you to take the time to understand, when you just sit around lye in bed within your head, ill from your posion thoughts, your sickly flaws, your overlooking nature, the very stature which destroys a complection. I'd love to know what you plan to do, when Deaths hand reaches out at you. (You'll never know> Whats hidden> behind> This cross>) The one dangleing around my fucking neck, the one you see, as I lean in before the final kiss, before you fall forever into sleep. |
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I wear a Cross, and this to those who think they Know me. When they have no fucking Clue of who or what I am.
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