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Fry Child

from Shadowbox by Mechanical Ghost

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Stare into the demon speed of a spinning universe.
Regenerate the amputate, now scream another verse.
A bleeding heart torn out and poured into a bowl.
Replaced with a stolen systematic soul.
Every day's a suicide, smash the wall of empty pride.
Killer wolf is on the prowl, full moon brings the deadly howl.
Explosive epidemic of electric neon plague.
Premonition of corruption, mind eruption, feelings vague.

Fry child, live short live wild.
Fight hard 'til bones are piled.
Unspoiled, undefiled.
All who live long enough come to be reviled.

Push it down, push it down, pretend it's not there.
Hold it back, hold it back, tell yourself you don't care.
Act like you're the same, the same as everyone,
But the shadow grows stronger when it's hidden from the sun.
Push it down, push it down, pretend it's not real.
Hold it back, hold it back, no matter how bad it feels.
Craft a smiling mask to obscure what's inside,
Don't let anyone see the ugliness you hide
Push it down, push it down, choke when you swallow.
Hold it back, hold it back, so full and yet so hollow.
Lock it up tight and never let it out,
Deny the voice inside, never let them know your doubt.
Push it down, push it down, bury what's true.
Hold it back, hold it back, don't let them see the real you.
Blame it on the devil, though the devil's in your eyes,
So keep them shut tight while you hide in your disguise.

Paint a picture with your words and the walls red with your mind.
Shout until you're voiceless, nothing left to leave behind.
Empathy is priceless, apathy is everywhere,
The Doomsday Clock is ticking, can you hear it in the air?
Blackest of the truly black, the answer is in the attack.
All that's inside you and me, displayed here for all to see.
The darkest part of night always comes before the sun.
Will we ever see it? Or has the end begun?

Fry child, live short live wild.
Fight hard 'til bones are piled.
Unspoiled, undefiled.
All who live long enough come to be reviled.

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from Shadowbox, track released October 31, 2014

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