Midnight chords by Prime Sinister

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Verse 1
Am 
Fade to red, he was the sadist
that would raise the dead
Made to shred patience
like it's bacon on a shade of bread
He would break into the basements
in the vacant chairs
Taking mads,
then replaying statements
he was made to dread
He would fade into complacence
as he stayed in sand
Making bands as he waited
patiently
to take the hands
But their lateness was the basis
of his aching legs
Taking threads of his entertainment
he had made to fled
Dying swans as he tried
to pirate
a reclining lawn
Highly strong, he denied the choir
with his shining tongue
He was planning misalignment
with the dying sun
Buying guns to imply the riots
of the dying young
He would whine at the designer
his desired fun
Hired gun from the dire choir
to a crying nun
He's the client in his life,
a n***a trying slums
Lying dumb with a knife inside
of his inspired tongue
Living in the city of the sin life
Livy up the crippling of pity
in the gang life
And I'm pretty with the beauty
in the wind pipe
Sitting with the prettiest of riches
when it's midnight
Living in the city of the sin life
Livy up the crippling of pity
in the gang life
And I'm pretty with the beauty
in the wind pipe
Sitting with the prettiest of riches
when it's midnight
The chasm of the void
is the spasms
Dm 
that were damaged and destroyed
Am 
It was tamariz,
his grammar was destroyed
Scanners were deployed
through the plasm
Dm 
that's enamored with this toy
Am 
It bedazzled the assassin of his joy
Tragic he was buoyed by the panic
he was manic in his poise
He would vanish in the
static and the noise
Planets were destroyed
in the damage of its halogens
The void was the animals
but the animals of Freud
A riot in the dust, it's a fire
He was dying as he marched
She was crying on the pyre of his trust
Thyrin is lush, he's a liar
That inspired his disgust
She inquired of the spire that combust
Aspired to be just
It was prior to the fire and the dust
He was vying for the pyre
to be crushed
Desired to be mushed
She was crying for the choir
that was hushed
As his wires had retired in a rush
Living in the city of the sin
Like, living in the temple
In the picture in your pen
Like, like,
I'm pretty with the deity in the wind
Like, like,
Sitting with the greatest of writings
When it's midnight
Like, like,
Living in the city of the sin like
Living up the crippling of pity
in the gang like
And I'm pretty with the dainty
and the vampire
Sitting with the grittiest of richans
when it's midnight
Living in the city of the sin like
Living up the crippling of pity
in the gang like
And I'm pretty with the dainty
and the vampire
Sitting with the grittiest of richans
when it's midnight
Living in the city of the sin like
Living up the crippling of pity
in the gang like
And I'm pretty with the dixie
and the windpipe
Sitting with the dixie, it's the ritchens
when it's midnight
Midnight, midnight
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