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Texty: The Black Dahlia Murder. I'm Charming.

Yeah, I?m running off the rails
I?ve finally gone crazy
And the ground is spinning faster
Than my teeth could ever grind

I know it?s a shame
When success does complain
But I don?t remember my name
In the absolute wrong

I have made this place to lay my head
A reoccurring nightmare
I never trust, I never rest
I?ve become another victim
Of this self-serving device

My cock does all the talking
My mouth now just for lie
I?m winding down to nothing
It?s suddenly so clear
I?m winding down to nothing

A human smoke that fills the air
What can you believe?
That is the question
I have you on a string
Something yet up my sleeve

Bury me deep as I have an unborn child
In a world yet cold enough to host
This seed of endless ugliness
In a sea of corruption

A wake of lie so wildly I have stirred
I?m winding down to nothing
It?s suddenly so clear
I?m winding down to nothing

A human smoke that fills the air
What can you believe?
That is the question
I have you on a string
Something yet up my sleeve

My love is but a lie
Always reaping what I have sown
I?m taking you down with me
To degrees you?ll never know