Forever biting hands that feed
because I am in constant need
of bridges meant to burn.
Walking down a crooked path
opposite the golden calf
My body is the temple to the damned kingdom of Sodom.
A child prodigy
once called out to me;
"We don't need another hero
Go back to living life a Zero."
Fearful of the parasite
that crawls into your bed each night
do you know how many broken bottles I've seen scratching at my skull?
There's a demon in my wishing well
a perfect living hell.
My soul is the sacrifice to the burning in Gohmorrah.
Oh, it's not where I have fallen from
but who Im stumbling towards,
And I'm just another latch-key kid
who's failed at every door
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