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Pathetic
| You can lie all you want baby, all you goddamn want good at it too aren't you now? Another trick you got from the whore you clung to huh? Whatever happened to the guy who would put a gun in his own mouth to entertain while knowing deep inside he really did want to pull it? Where is he now? Dead? No, he's not isn't he. Oh you can put on nice clothes, tell yourself you're fine now, hide behind your fancy mask and polished shoes, but the little man is still there dancing baby
| Oh and he'll keep dancing, all night long baby, shuffling on a pile of bodies, his cheeks stained with lipstick marks and tears. He'll keep going, getting further and further away, but you know he won't leave, YOU don't want him to leave, you can't bear to give it up, the last of your stardust, the last hit of your life. You can't, you just can't how could you? You long for it back inside don't you baby? Of those days past the veil, where you were somebody instead of something.
| But why won't he go? Because you're pathetic Baby! Can't you see it? It's because you're a sad sack, living a life you should of called off a long time ago, oh you could pull the trigger on your own brother but couldn't pull it on yourself could you? And now look at where you got because of that, living the life are you? No light left in those eyes of yours eh baby? All you get now are the ceaseless whispers and to serve filthy apes who ring your bell, You're a servant baby!
| Oh, but you can hear it too can't you baby! Your fucking alarm. You feel it now, the burning flames of '08 would have been better than this wouldn't they! But too bad! You can't go back now, you never will baby! So open up those eyes, put on your nice shoes and shirt, along with that rag the whore left you. Get cleaned up Aru, your masters are calling! Time for pain, light and the whispers to return!
Don't worry about the little guy, he's just farther away now.
You're pathetic.
| What's this, you just got dumped or something?
-Ares
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| We used to have so much fun baby, so much partying, enough lightning it could kill any other. Those were the days, the good times, back when the world was simpler. But now look at you, you're full of shit, down to the bottom of the barrel, you entertain losers over tea, no bottles in sight. What happened to the man I used to know? It was that whore wasn't it? The short bitch with her shitty shirts, what did she tell you baby? About love? Bullshit: you don't even remember do you?