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Crome Carnival

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I stare down from the tower
On my secret, hidden flaws
IÂ’m enamored by my weakness
Truths swirled in painful bliss
The critics sketch my faults

She stares from a stained canvas
Naked without her judgments
All of her sympathies confined
Inside of her white lies
But she canÂ’t hurt me now

I stare into the light bulb
Hoping for inspiration
Empty advice gave me success
Success gave me to death
But death is saved for gods

I stare into the future
And see that I donÂ’t belong
My potential leads to failure
Fatality ensured
I donÂ’t know what I want