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Try and look beyond it all
a shattered world
thru broken glass
junked
cars - shooting stars
graveyards
of the middle class
I feel my darkness
wear it like a hood 'n cloak
laughing at my undead lover
blown away like smoke
now I'm back on the road
on an aimless run
bottle of whiskey
and an old school gun
getting caught - getting killed
either way
my darkside is thrilled
another dead end future
with no dreams fulfilled
and by the time you get this
more
blood has been spilled