On The Way To The TopOn The Way To The TopOn The Way To The Top
The crowd could be heard all throughout the building. Screaming they're heads off at the choke artist in front of them. The Siberian Husky with the mic in his hand and his eyes staring off into space. His mouth moving but no words coming out. The realization of the failure he had just endured sinking in. The feeling of vomiting coming back up. He tossed the mic down and walked away. He walked out the door into the cold night air of Corneria city. The lights that scattered the streets illuminated the water which had just fallen. Cars would eventually come down now and then, but it wasn'
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You can have my isolation, you can have the hate that it brings
You can have my absence of faith, you can have my everything
Help me tear down my reason, help me it's your sex I can smell
Help me you make me perfect, help me become somebody else
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"When life gives you lemons, throw them at someone. if they throw them back at you, run them over!" - Me
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