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By Brett Kelley
submitted on: Feb 24 2005
Will someone solve this sick affliction,
Because I'm crippled by a twisted addiction,
Constantly chasing altered shadows,
Created by broken mirrors shattered from infliction,
I hate your childish lies, they falsify the truth!
Just grow up and realize, save audacity for the youth,
Trying to distort the real, stop living in your fairy world
I'm done preparing for your worst it's now come down to nail and tooth
straighten my jacket, rattling lost thoughts inside my skull,
padded walls, they are not working, I'm punching holes inside my hull
voices keep speaking I'm losing count, conflicting decisions I can't figure out
this mental frustration easily increasing the friction that's driving me dull