Smells Like Dystopia
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Smells Like Dystopia
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I am here to preach to demise
to pick up the fallen pieces
I'll turn wine and bread
into blood and gold,
You'll have a gun
a mindless mouth
and desperate reasons
but I will tear it all apart
Slowly and painfully
I turn back my youth
now it smells dystopia,
the moon fades behind my eyes,
how do I get out from this?
if this is all forbidden
I will turn you back to god
out there I am going to tear it all up
out there I am going to take you down
I am going to teach you
Don't get close to me
if you are afraid of the dark
Can't you take it?
I can see in your eyes
you are tainted
When ever you leave
when ever you go
don't ever feel mistaken
just leave my shadow behind
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