Misbranded
And
misunderstood.
Empty me now.
More than they ever could.
The fog rolls in
To cover the lies.
Your painted flower yards
Are no longer a disguise.
They're tearing me up
And bringing me down
In Stielacoom.
Dying too soon.
Lost forever In Stielacoom.
Hear muffled screams
Behind grey walls.
No one sought for truth
Or heard our calls.
Now deserted
And trapped in fate.
What is left now-
An angel, devil, or a fake?
They're tearing me up
And bringing me down
In Stielacoom.
Dying too soon.
Lost forever In Stielacoom.
Stielacoom Words by D. Sottosanti (c) 2000 MeaCulpaMusic
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