Adam Josh: Free Music

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This sting in my throat tastes like candied kerosene And all this skin that I’ve been dying in is melting plasticine And all this cold façade I’m pushing forth is just like Halloween Where all our made up things are walking in the made up things believed Whoa These scars on my neck stick like spoiled Vaseline While all our children here are waking from the lies that they believe And we can justify about anything to any we deceive We’re on our own and all still led astray by things that we can see Whoa *****************