Patch Work Frankenstein
Patch work Frankenstein,the truth is the rhyme
made from broken hearts
where the darkness then starts
when others are born with wings
and the pain is what the freedom brings
I have no heart in my chest, and the
bottom of the bottle's blessed
as the wind comes from the west
passes me by, and I am denied when the Angels
sing! Forget the love for the hour,
the bottle's power beside you
as the spirit dies too!
Bury this heart in the ground,
as if better not found
cursed as the gods allowed,
Patch Work Frankenstein,
scarred by the life
of no purpose and its all worthless!!!
Godless and how I bought this to watch
Heaven burn it, so sick of the fight,
bury me this night, I didn't deserve this!
Patch Work Frankenstein
in the rhyme I watch the world
hurt, alone on my throne, bleed you
as i show you you're already dead?
Choke on the lies you fed
and die victims by design.
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