Cry out your bitched eyes
of a bleeding state surprised
you fall to the floor of the world
just to see another option
oh what in the world, would ever explain
these years that would never see you through the veins
of hell, and through trees of money that makes the world spin
just to give in, and live,
just for a sin
breathe across the sky
and never wonder why
did you think that time
would knock upon your door
so you gave it all away, you filthy whore.
Just so seven, or eight would lay it all straight.
The truth, prevails, and lifts its wings
but never questions this sad song i sing
this winter you hold onto so tightly is now fading away
so brace, yourself, for a brand-new day
the needles, and pills, that make you whole
drags you down, and further, till you've lost your soul
oh our minds all run away
knowledge waits...
for no one.
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