Amputated Spirit Lyrics

• Beat into a zombie state, 
• They can’t relate to your addiction to escape, 
• They can’t relate to the pain, you try to compensate, 
• Replace the hate, relight the flames to light your way home again. 
• Take the long way, sober up in the breaking day. 
• We sometimes get so carried away, 
• Forget the promises that we make. 
• Although sealed with a handshake, a mistake, a piss take, 
• Making a mess of your place, 
• Dead baggies and piss stains, 
• Empty cans growing by the day, 
• 23 feet high, drunk and dazed, wasting days, 
• How long does it take for this poison to claim? 
• I’ll explain once the Ceiling Demons amputate. 
• Are you afraid, are you awake? 
• The mirrors are staring you in the face, 
• Don’t be afraid, you are not awake, 
• Now we can amputate. 
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• Don't give up on this, 
• It'll be alright if you try and win. 
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• Should I keep beating on the door of my own thoughts? 
• I have been and fought for my own sort, 
• And won some, drawn more, 
• So what the fuck was I born for? 
• And ain't made proud those I mourn for. 
• Feet that are worn raw creep to the fourth floor, 
• Dangle on the precipice and scream “what's it all for?” 
• It's psychological enslavement, 
• Brains lay scattered on the battered grey pavement. 
• The magistrate's wavelength resonates the suicide, 
• Bottom of the bottle I inhabit makes the truth arise. 
• So I sit above a chosen cliff, 
• Yearning for a person I could rest and share the moment with. 
• Do I live inside a broken myth? 
• Tied to these thoughts that I give, as I hope to live. 
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• So I’ve been beating up my body, mentally and physically. 
• I do this constantly, striving for some chemistry, 
• Soul searching trying to find some tranquillity. 
• Chemicals no longer need to be ingested for me to see more clearly. 
• Love your brothers, love your sisters. 
• But still crank up your transistors, 
• This is a takeover which results in the reaper 
• Taking your soul like an addict and a dealer. 
• Broken heart or failed liver? 
• You may have to amputate what doesn’t kill ya. 
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• Keep waking up sweating, finding no answer to this equation, 
• Keep on questioning self worth and discipline, 
• Head keeps on thinking: I need this shit to start soothing, 
• My soul, my intentions from what I know, are good, 
• But when I’m drunk, I’m cold. I don’t give a fuck! 
• Evil, nah just bad, bad with the skunk 
• Devil on your shoulder make you drink and smoke up. 
• Lurking on the Ceiling, like the Demons in luck 
• Grim reaper wants your soul before you know it’s been took. 
• Shook up! No luck! We are corrupt!

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