I'm burnt out
like a corpse in a campfire
all I
you gave me a heart attack
and I tried to give
Forget the past, the fuse is lit and all I
we are law
we are the concience of the battlefield
we are
it must've been nice
to fight with knives
to really find out
what
thirteen feet under the ground, I won't make a sound
I
she's preparing for disaster
her fear has laid her bare
nightmares real
I'll be right here for a little while,
captive to the
just walk away, just walk away slowly.
pay no mind to
you're on the run
I'm hiding evidence
of things you have done
the
i remember the headaches the swelling and the staircase
the nights
we need a catalyst, i'm not a stock market analyst
but
forget what I know
remember years ago
a savior by stereo
the one
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