autisticanathema:You can holler through the fortressAnd kick me out of lineI don’t expect it from th
autisticanathema:You can holler through the fortressAnd kick me out of lineI don’t expect it from the grief that gathers in my headI like suspended disbelief I like to spend the day in bedI like to spend the nights in heavenHanging with the deadYou know, Judas and his women and the voices in my headI’ve got my eyes upon the mirrorI’ve got my hands up in the airI confess to my distress yeah, I great crazier each yearYou know I’d change it if I could you know I like to say that I wouldBut there’s a war between the parts of meThe evil and the good -- source link
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