Текст песни The Beautiful Murder Of Myself

Okay, calm down - now let's start breathing;
The season just changed in your head Kel, you're freezing;
The reason for pain and for shame and for training
Your brain in those ways was to study for leaving.

Leaving these years in a stain?
Wrapping your unbroken soul in a cast with a cane in your hand for support which you call education?;
Blotting the clot that erupted, with patience;
If you lose your mind now you'll have more time to take it.
Don't fake it - you'll leave your heart lonely and vacant.

Once again, Kelly Abe, you've infected my mind;
Our spontaneous combustion will come in due time;
But make no mistake - I don't fix what's not broken;
I breathe air to your lungs when your passion is choking;
And that cane - it's me - and the soul it's you
And that brain is me - and that goal is you;
And when the time's right, I'll take out the knife,
And rip out my own heart to give kelly abe life.
But till then drink the pain; starve yourself - you need hunger;
Cause that is the cancer that's festering under
My logic and reason- I hold it the closest;
Each day is a meal for my birthing psychosis.

But I'm breaking my bones waiting for your insanity!
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Smear blood on my chest over "poet" for vanity;
And tattoo the date of your death somewhat lavishly
Over the date of our birth on our stomach;
Plumetting down hell's canal like a puppet;
Muttering sounds of remorse serves my comfort;
When you hit ground zero I'll bask in consumption;
The scent of strength; the vision of power;
The feeling of happiness drowning my past;
The taste of the absence of time - make the hour-glass mine - life is bliss - I would cry if I found her.

Well, thank god I have you, cause death is my dream;
And I'll never meet life, though it hides in my sleeve;
And I'll never think twice, but I'll always think three;
And over-indulge in this sytem's decree.
But look what I've done to you - you're fucking unstoppable;
The buring sensation of tormented logical
Processes, theories and queries were conjugal:
Thank kelly kamen for writing your chronicle.
Thank kelly kamen for holding you back;
Like a caged fuckin beast that's been starved in a trap;
Like a bolt of resentment that swelled in your belly;
The birth of a renaissance machiavelli.
I'm outside the cage - what's up bitch, throw down!
I'd die by your hands just to throw you the crown.
I'd cry in a blissful utopian pain;
To only know us by the name Kelly Abe.