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Vengeance is mine, fuck you

I won the heart of New York City

The illness wanes, I’m almost sane

And not too far from happy

The sirens wail my favorite song

The wormwood wilts and withers

The unforgivables have fought it out

Down by the river

The whole, the half, the crescent

The future, past and present

Are all the same to me up here

I rise above the cunts

All bets are off but I keep gambling

Room 232, please

There you go, sir, have a pleasant evening

The dreams are black and white

On the cool side of the pillow

And from my bed I curse the dead

Who walk outside the window

It’s true, a vow of silence

Can be an act of violence

I’ll never speak a word again

The void is emptiness

In its purest form, but mind you

If masturbation doesn’t help

You have your pills to turn to

So raise your tankard

And drink to our decomposition

Some day this suicide

Will be a joke on television

I’m feeling so much better

Tonight I’ll burn your letters

And never think of you again

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