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ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย THIS ย IS ย PART ย TWO. ย PART ย ย ONEย ย IS ย ย HERE.ย ย ย feel free to change pronouns or do whatever! these are sentences from zach callisonโs concept album โa picture perfect hollywood heartbreakโ. tw for violence, mental illness, drugs, gore, etc. feel free to reblog!
06.) interlude ii ( second thoughts ).
โthe truth is the kidโs medicine made him sin.โ
โwe put his record on until heโs bleeding on the needle.โ
โcut down on his curtain call.โ
โtake aim with these hands he once possessed.โ
โa dozen roses on the pavement laid the rest.โ
โwill i feel some remorse?โ
โno, pull the trigger.โ
โhis brain has a sickness, so kill it at the source.โ
โspringtime, and i still havenโt left you behind.โ
โi find that iโm anything but fine.โ
โno, iโm okay.โ
โplease, just look away.โ
โplease donโt say that i begged you to stay.โ
โtruth just hurts too much.โ
โbourbon to kill my pain.โ
โcurtains to hold my shame.โ
โthey canโt look away: cannot contain my rage.โ
โlimbo has been awaiting my stay.โ
โplease, dear god: just give me some price to pay.โ
โoh please god, just make it all go away.โ
โ(GUNSHOT)โ
โthey know a concrete grave cannot contain my rage.โ
โso take my hand, hold my shame.โ
08.) interlude iv ( showtime ).
โweโre finally free. welcome home.โ
โitโs just you and me now, standing alone.โ
โthe world is ours.โ
โget in the car.โ
โthis isnโt finished.โ
โeven though the kidโs dead, iโm still seeing red.โ
โiโm just a shell of his form, that his innocence shed.โ
โhe lived a good life and he gave it to you.โ
โlook at him, showered in blood and flowers.โ
โnow, look in my eyes. she still holds the power.โ
โafter years and tears and confronting his fears: heโs dead on his record for the world to hear.โ
โtheyโll all think it was suicide. but i know it was you inside.โ
โi saved him! i held himย โtil the moment he died.โ
โyou choked him out of his own god damn mind!โ
โyou promised the world to him, a god damn lie!โ
โwhat do you want from me?โ
โlook outside yourself.โ
โi wonโt help you take her down.โ
โโฆfine. iโll do it by myself.โ
โsheโs been gone for years, i know you can beat it.โ
โlook in the mirror, you know we both fear her.โ
โweโre one in the same, weโre afraid to be near her.โ
โyou wonโt let me kill him. youโre worse than ____!โ
โi told you to end it. it was all for the best.โ
โso i have you to blame for this pain in my chest?โ
โif you wonโt go i will.โ
โyouโre filling your heart up with hate, all the same as the kid that you left face down on the pavement.โ
โitโs time i made a statement.โ
โa pity the city has ruined us, we couldโve fooled hollywood: just the two of us.โ
โyouโre lost.โ
โis this what love is really for?
โis this all i get for being yours, the kid in front of me in blood and gore?โ
โshowโs about to start. donโt be late.โ
โthatโs alright! thatโs okay!โ
โa wise man once saidย โtime is moneyโ, so how much money did i lose to you, honey?โ
โi find it kinda funny, you wanna keep this feud running.โ
โiโm glad iโm on your mind, so keep that cannon fire coming.โ
โthis is juvenile as skate night.โ
โyou donโt know how to play nice.โ
โguns and bombs to keep us torn.โ
โleat your napalm will keep me warm.โ
โto your new boy, let him be warned: youโre her new toy for blood and gore.โ
โwhat? you didnโt know?โ
โso this is war!โ
โisnโt that what love is for?โ
โblood and gore is all i get for being yours.โ
โtwo heathens ruled by demons.โ
โiโll be damned if i canโt finish what i start.โ
โoh, so you wanna go to war now?โ
โlusting for my heart and tear out some more now.โ
โthese guns are loud like thunderclouds.โ
โiโm composing more music than you.โ
โexpression as a weapon, i do choose to abuse it.โ
โtalk about depression and chemical abuses, and nooses, feeling useless.โ
โhey, take this. you could use it.โ
โyouโd probably break it, cryย โbout how youโll never make it.โ
โgoodness gracious, weโve been waiting on your album for ages. no traces, and baby they already ran outta patience.โ
โ___, weโre still waiting.โ
โhalf your songs got thrown away like ballots on voting day.โ
โmy ballads got more to say, like a bullet to a motorcade.โ
โsit down with me and sign this armistice.โ
โget your big proboscis out of my shit, miss.โ
โwelcome to the new me.โ
โpaint your nails back and unscrew me.โ
โbut thatโs okay! know my business is booming. live vicariously through me.โ
โweโre coming for you!โ