GeorgeYou held my hand along the pathThe path that would be my lifeTook me with youAnd told me storiesPretty storiesThey made me happyThey were your hopeI know itI doAll the whileRunningRunning from troublesWe so often faced themThat were all my faultAll my faultStill, you kept the plans in mindAnd told me the storiesStories of our "American dream"You believed them as much as I didI know you didAnd you and IWe kept on the pathTogetherForeverLike it should beAnd we found a placeIt was our saviorThis was itThis was how we would make itWe would finally make itRemember the guyWho jumped in on our plan?Our plan to escapeAnd finally be okay?I doWe almost had it allI'm sorryI messed it up againAgainI messed up badYou know I couldn't help itMy heart, my mind, they were set on velvetI was sorryI am sorryBut thank you againFor telling me the storyOnce againIt made me happyBut you didn't seem happy, tooNow, tell me, what's eating you?
CursedEverything is powerfulVexing us with all of the things we can't controlEating away at our once infant soulsRowdy thingsYoung thingsThat's all we areHexed little thingsInverting those crosses that once graced the wallsNone left untwistedGood things all turn rottenIn time, things could changeSo say the superiorsChaos was never a part of their pretty programUnoriginality bleeds from this societyRage and raucousSadness and shameEverything will goDamn. Doom. Damn.
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