Connect the ground wire
To start the fire
Spread the lies
To help disguise
 
The devil
In a sheep's costume
Move over, please make room
 
I cant fight the war
I found love in a whore
Take me to the place
Where I will leave, no trace
 
Exit this town
(smile wont crack), I frown
please eat this hate
music blasts out my crate
 
Bartholomew
we are through
the game is taking me whole
cant recall what I stole
 
the keys are gone
the days are long
this poem makes no sense
I wasted time, at you expense
 
Words by Ryan Cano
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