felix paintwhenpainted Biography

swimming, swimming, swimming
in the middle of the sea
certainly not winning
mind down on its knees
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in the dark
of a burnt out park
lie the hearts of a few
wandering what to do
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do you hear those voices? listen to them scream.
cant you see the words trying to escape from my bottled up dreams?

i woke up one morning
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Sweep. Can you hear my horrid cape?
I am the devil of the broken hearts
Start running. Maybe pleading. Escape
I am the creature behind hopeless starts
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here lies a sea of graves
but atop it was a city pave
a city which sings and swells
simmers, glows and smells
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