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A confession of my sins
To make any mother weep
Fuck the angry preacher
What's so horrible anyway?
Is it even real at all?
Nothing is for certain
There's no one there to say
How do you know what's good for me?
Screw all the world over
Why don't we kill the president?
No one would really mind
Everything is uncertain
In the loneliest days
Our confessions make us cry
Let's spill it all
Tear apart our stitches
Bleeding to death on the inside
Let's dissect the rainbow
I wonder what it would say?
Red is for the blood I've spilled
From myself and all the others
Fuck all the pretty roses
Orange is for the sunlight
Orange is for the burning
My paper smile burns too
Yellow is for everything
I'll piss on you (you too)
Fuck all the sunrises
Green is for my envy
Green is for my hate
Like all the leaves, my soul falls too
Blue is for the tears I've shed
And for the ones you will too
Fuck the clear day's sky
Indigo is for the depths
The night you'll never see
The night stars steal the indigo too
Violet is for being violent
Violet is for what I want to do
Fuck all the pansies
And red is for the blood I've spilled,
From myself and all the others
Fuck all the pretty roses
They're red too