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The sharpened meets the gallows
As you stumble into your car
So many faces places
Need a new beginning
To feel, to scream
The days that you have now are numbered
So will you ever find a home?
With nothing left to hold onto
I am so sick of feeling numb (murder)
Debauchery is soothing
As the burning comes today
So many faces places
Need a new beginning
To feel, to scream
The days that you have now are numbered
So will you ever find a home?
With nothing left to hold onto
I am so sick of feeling numb (murder)