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Silent Storm
V1:
You're not a queen
Demented delusions of superiority
In reality, you're barely average
Piercings and piercing voice
Screeching through the background noise
You're not a god
Most spirited gets you nowhere in ten years
Truthfully, you're barely tolerable at best
Camera radar like no other
Same face, different place, can't you give it a rest?
Precious Jacquie, look who's laughing now
C:
Dead or alive, I wake up at night
With your voice burned into my memory
6 feet under won't stop the echoes
But I expect you'd be a lot lower than that
Dead or alive, you're still on my mind
Keeping it fresh as your prom dress
You may not be dead yet
But you're dead to me
V2:
You're not a friend
Backstabbing liar with a sugarcoated smile
Honestly, you're barely human
Condescending compliments
Artful falsehood for all
Precious Jacquie, look who's laughing now
C:
Dead or alive, I wake up at night
With your voice burned into my memory
6 feet under won't stop the echoes
But I expect you're a lot lower than that
Dead or alive, you're still on my mind
Keeping it fresh as your prom dress
You may not be dead yet
But you're dead to me
You're dead to me
As good as gone
Rising above
As you sink below
You're dead to me
Dead to me
C:
Dead or alive, I wake up at night
With your voice burned into my memory
6 feet under won't stop the echoes
But I expect you'll be a lot lower than that
Dead or alive, you're still on my mind
Keeping it fresh as your prom dress
You may not be dead yet
But you're dead to me
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