Sacrament of the soul

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Bleed your last praise

Violence is everyday dish

If this it just a phase

Why do you feel like a fish?

Words come out

Like punches in the face

No use to scream and shout

Don't show them your disgrace

Why can't you realise

Everything is gone but the bills

There's no more disguise

Only the sleeping pills

Crawl back to the bed unmade

Fall into sleepless dreams

Follow to harmonica fade

To the waking screams.

Somehow, you've reached too deep

Somewhere lays a desperate soul

Somewhat futile, glued to a creep

Something trapped in an empty whole.