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Zaned People - Shadow Project
Well you can beg and plea
Yes you can beg and plea - for the end
Give me please
Give me your inside out
Give me please
Dissatisfaction a chemical imbalance
Nails graze the hands not the feet
Immediate reaction every glance
A new horror in willing suffocation
Neck twisted new cadence - not missing a beat
Tread water slow footsteps there is no season of birth
I am out on a limb which is broken hanging
Abundance of nightmares - my last words
I shall f ck myself to death
I shall f ck myself to death
I shall f ck myself to death
I will choke on my own breath
So says the wise man blind man
Godevil Godevil
God damn the hand that feeds me
I am waiting I have waited
Ever waiting for the end
You're sparing me keeping me inside
Keeping me inside it's me inside
No room to hide
You're sparing me keeping me inside
Keeping me inside it's me inside
No room to hide
You're sparing me keeping me inside
Keeping me inside it's me inside
No room no room no room no room to hide
Open up and stick it up I said
Pick up on your own insides
There are flames that melt the air
Zaned people left to dare
Everyone out Every doubt ever pondered
Every thought ground to dust
I must I must
I must trust the distrusted mistrusted element of life
My eyes have seen the light - have chosen darkness
Prefer the darkness
Find peace in darkness sometimes
This world holds no image of truth
No semblance to those truly living
I am outside myself beside myself with grief
Signs of disaster they follow me - follow me
Self inflicted wounds I know best
And the rest inside rotting forgotten
Yet I am free
You're sparing me keeping me inside
Keeping me inside it's me inside
No room to hide
You're sparing me keeping me inside
Keeping me inside it's me inside
No room to hide
You're sparing me keeping me inside
Keeping me inside it's me inside
No room no room no room no room to hide
Give me give me please
Give me please your inside out inside
Give me give me please
Give me please your inside out inside inside
I mend I bend shattered fragments
The dream has not stopped
Has not stopped will not stop
Stop stop
The child is awake pushed from the womb
Warm welcome medicinal freedom false entrance
Doors blocked bolted
Molten figures of the dead
I have buried the child
Long forgotten this grave memory
In solemn sentence the end must end
And so the world is flat retracted
Fractured to the eyes of thieves
Or those who believe
I am sacred I am crowned
I am bound by the robes of freedom
I bequeath the dream to those
Who still feel it feel it feel it
And God's eye is as one with Satan's
In the twinkling of an eye the dream is born
Dreams carry death in blood stream awareness
Fear not for death is but a dream
