Virtues Unattained

When the truth is a waste of your time

And my legacy of words crumbles to dust

When our fountain of misuse

Finally turns to rust

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When you are no longer mine

And jeering cymbals clash in sigh

As grinning monkeys wait patiently

To suck your rotting bones dry

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When my lies ring true for you

And beauty dulls your black eyes more

Well your mind is parched and dry

And we are all at war

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When I'm going to erode

And all I have is sleet

I will suffocate my dear

When you fall in too deep

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Because beneath me in the hovel

Lies the century of aged

Wait for me too soon to breathe

So that they might die caged

Bitter and tattered remains