Sub-Urban Tribe - Dialogue For One

I feel stuck in here

I smell the stench of my own decay 

I抳e been hiding out 

though my fears and wasted years 

are all exposed

there抯 nothing left when they抮e gone



Strip away my love

defuse all of my hate

peel off the smiles and moans

that I always fake

I抦 hollow inside

exhausted and numb

talking to me is like a

dialogue for one



A lopped off torso

I clipped my wings to subdue my soul

and I will harden myself

until I reach the perfect bleach 

of soothing pain 

there抯 nothing left when it抯 gone 















		
			



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