Porcelain...like an infant's eyes,
Glowing...like a face on fire,
Singing...this
don't give in to...
...
turn your thoughts away
from what people say
it's
(And We Are Bled of Colors)
(Faster Beat...)
It's not who you
Staring at the silhoutte of you
Sight unseen, your words speak
all this sickness hard to swallow. eats my insides until
(And We Are Bled Of Colors)
I feel so numb.
All I've
feel frustration set in. temptation's too much to bare. fighting
Can't take my life without a fight.
Don't kill my soul,
Crying for the past...
Something we've all done.
Lying to ourselves is
Some vanishings are conjured mysteries,
They disappear inside of mist and
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