I am alone; the crowd enthuse
I am the attitude
the degradation
that marks the end of your abuse
I’m the spark that informs of the end of life
the ideological death
that sigh; the last breath
so that you can’t comprehend the depth of your strife
I am the harlot with the locks
those words that she said
the final blow that lets you go
where it echoes in your head
it’s where the blood shed
the way we were lead
and I’ll remain a mortician until the world is dead
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it's great,
finally someone who knows how to use the right words at the right moment
nice rythm, good timing
short but powerfull

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"I am the harlot with the locks
those words that she said
the final blow that lets you go
where it echoes in your head
it’s where the blood shed
the way we were lead"
That's just so beautfiul!
I can imagine this being great lyrics!




