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Jul 15, 2010
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Song: Suicide City
Down at suicide city, Null of pride and past all pity. Suicide city: A stressed out Walter Mitty, I'm at suicide city, And I've maxed out my last chitty. Suicide city, for my crime. It's the dreaming and aphasic snow, The white noise of this constant go. And frozen in the cauldron's glow, Of demons and my fears of woe; The neediness of knee-jerk foe, Who'd stand and fight them toe to toe, Toe to toe, toe to toe... Down at suicide city, With nothing in the kitty. Suicide city: My life has got so shitty. I'm at suicide city, Waist deep in nitty-gritty. Suicide city. In the slime. It's the waking and the finding, Of the ties, no longer binding, In a white light: burning, blinding, That no-one wants to know. It's the grating and the grinding, Of my teeth and nerves unwinding. It's the brazen lies, reminding me Of a dog and pony show! Down at suicide city, There ain't no joke so witty. Suicide city: The outcome won't be pretty. I'm at suicide city, Where I'll sing my final ditty. Suicide city. Done my time. I've done my time!
— Australad, Jul 15, 2010
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Candlewitch
15 years 10 months ago
Hello
Australad
15 years 10 months ago
Cheers Cat
Tonya
15 years 10 months ago
I like this! (most
Australad
15 years 10 months ago
WOW Tonya!
Tonya
15 years 10 months ago
ah David....