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Scientist |
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| Written by Sorrow Is My Mask | |
| Sunday, 09 March 2008 | |
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Scientist
Plugging in equations all day Testing your reactions, hoping to find a better way
Your lies have all been recorded I have listed them all as distorted
I have locked you in a cage Locked you in alone with all your rage
It seems as though your skin is just something to rip and tear I have never seen such self mutilation so sincere
You are my specimen, mine to keep But I still have no theories for why you weep
Could it be you yearn for a normal life Could it be that I have lost my scientific pride
Either way you still have deep cuts that will never heal And now my calculations have all turned to fear Copyright 2008 Sorrow Is My Mask |
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