A violet moon rises hiding the typical hypocritical day
Smiles fill the traitor's faces as they bid good nights
The subculture of lost souls emerge like vampires in the darkness
and draw the blood from their very own flesh
Blood mixed with sin as the vampires turn into zombies
With each exchange from the physical world
to their mental unreality and back again; a piece of the soul is lost
while the entire being diminishes
to a mere shell of what it could have been
The greatest liars are the ones who lie to themselves
The greatest liars are those who believe what they say
Ask a junkie why while he or she is on their junk
The answer will be one of pain, loneliness or a feeling of abandonment
He does not know at the time how to deal or who to go to ...
blinded by society and his own ignorance
he slowly digs a grave he may sooner fill than escape
It's not as simple as common people perceive,
so never point a finger in haste at someone you don't understand
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