Founder's Canon
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cut my feet so that every step will be a reminder of who I am
Voices in my head talk me off to sleep, as tears fall down my cheek
I am nothing without the Beauty that lives in the sky
Diamonds can’t be broken, so why even try
It’s a lie that belies the greatest of fears
I’m talking tears, spheres, and a few beers
That’s right, I’m yelling, excelling and telling that I’m failing
Laugh about it for sure, you perv, this is what you deserve
I’m leaving you a note as a joke, then I speed off in my boat
So I gloat, smoke, choke, and take it down my throat
Murder I wrote with my thumb, drinking red rum
I’m dumb, young, and looking to come
To a place face to face with disgrace to erase
All the shapes and escapes that are fueling these rapes
Of myself, place a belt on my shelf and you say
That today I have made you so mad you could pray
And the worst part, my heart, has turned into a dream
So I start to take part in the Messenger’s screams
So you lift all your voices so high as you cry
And each frequency gives you a reason to die
So we sing and we dance as we tune and we laugh
Ev’rything is so plain in this moon carved in half
So I cut out a smile and put my lips through
I have found just the one for my mask’s Superglue
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