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HOW THE LAUGHTER DIED

When you have painted yourself in the corner

You wish you were a spider so you could escape

No matter how hard you try to ignore

It still has that iron grip around your neck



And the laughter died, torn from me

Piece of me missing, mentally lost



Yet in my dreams, those big eyes protect me

Leading the way to the safe nest



When everything has failed, all things come to an end

It's time to understand your reality check failed

This deep buried pain, another sleepless night

There's no easy way out from all your fears



And the laughter died, torn from me

Piece of me dead, emotionally fucked



Yet in my dreams, those big eyes protect me

Leading the way to the safe nest

Impaled Nazarene

HOW THE LAUGHTER DIED / Impaled Nazarene

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