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Wednesday 13 Skeletons

the feeling that I don't feel. It's all the same, but they're so different, Bury the evidence, of my darkest sercets. I hear them, they're calling, The skeletons

Friendships can grow horns and a tails, It's a feeling that i know all to well. You're so perfect, honest, trusting and nice yeah right, Well the best

She's got a price on my head, And that price is D.E.A.D. dead, Another story of a love gone bad, Now she wants me in a body bag. I gotta get out, Get

Where does it end, where does it begin, My misery is my only friend, From the hole in my head, Or the infection within, I re-live the crime scene time

But they're so different They're leaving evidence of my darkest secrets I hear them, they're calling The skeletons in my closet I hear them, they're calling The skeletons

Trying to see through this death that i breath, All these ghosts they are lost in front of me, Lost in a trance, never had the chance, Now were forced

the feeling that i don't feel. It's all the same, but they're so different, Bury the evidence, of my darkest sercets. I hear them, they're calling, The skeletons

the feeling that i don't feel. It's all the same, but they're so different, Bury the evidence, of my darkest sercets. I hear them, they're calling, The skeletons

Gimme gimme bloodshed Gimme gimme hell yeah. Open your eyes sweet mary jane take a look around, You're miles away from anyone, And no one can hear a