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The Killing Joke, Part Three

from Garbage by Stephen Harper

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Once upon a time I knew this girl
All torn apart in her world
One day it all came to pass
Things disappeared so fucking fast

Oh, God, what about that girl?
With no one left in the world
I can only hope to cleanse and purge
All feeling from this Earth
Oh, God, what about that girl?
Ripped apart by the world
Red tint
Photos from the crime scene
Bring back memories that I'd much rather forget

The medication won't work to keep the nightmares away
I can't forget all I've seen
I can the flesh pick off under my fingernails
Nothing can save me from the absence of hope

Nothing

They want to put me in a cell
Four walls, steel bars
I can break anything, break out of anything
End anyone, end you
I can snap your bones with my bare hands

Society's dark and violent fantasy, playing on your TV screen
Hands are wet, red, and warm, what could this mean?
When I look at my reflection, I'm digusted with what I see
The joke isn't funny anymore

Now that I realise the joke is me

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from Garbage, released July 28, 2016
Elijah Hennig, Jesse R.

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