Lyric 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
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