Song Lyrics


I find myself abandoned. 
I just can stand this, 
when you’re met with the test, 
unholy rest, and godlessness 
as my crest. 
How am I derived? 
The same two cents 
I threw to thrive 
sent me to poverty, 
forming payments, 
from the thoughts I’ve denied. 
I lied to protect the mood, 
detected what was killing you, 
down the drinks to effect the smooth, 
giving too much was my crowning jewel. 
Now, they’ve mined the blood diamonds, 
good riddance of a polished fool, 
as they watched the reds 
send me to the sea marooned. 

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