Beckoned

All dressed in black
eyes of attack
coming with one hand in pocket
to take from me
sin in the eyes i see
sin is nice of me
nothing left for me
reality
forget it

you have messed up
can't do anything
and i have messed up
can't do anything
you're just a fuckup
i'm just a fuckup
we're just two fuckups
at least we're fucked
up together

so sad to see you go
i said to myself you
know
so sad to see a mind
disappear through
time
lunacy's an argued
taste
i guess there's no time
to waste
oh passing times it's a
passing phase
reality
forget it

you have messed up
can't do anything
and i have messed up
can't do anything
you're just a fuckup
i'm just a fuckup
we're just two fuckups
at least we're fucked
up together

we are two fuckups

you have messed up
can't do anything
and i have messed up
can't do anything
you're just a fuckup
i'm just a fuckup
we're just two fuckups
at least we're fucked
up together

together, together
together, together...on
paper
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note:
this album is completed.