We breathe on borrowed time. We light these torches far
We're all just singing along to the same tired beats
Spilled so many tears into these phonelines.
I think we're going
Bless me father for you have sinned. It's been twenty
This is the final showdown
The last time you'll see my
Can't stop the rain
Don't cry my name
Feel no more shame
Last
I'll leave it burning, and I won't be coming back
We're writing confessions behind locked doors, that's all we're good
It begins with this. This is a declaration of intent.
To bid farewell to an enemy can be oh so
While some of us mourn, others fool themselves
Yet i find
If ever we were innocent, that time came and went.
Don't believe a word of this, don't believe a single
Ripping and tearing and losing my bearing and fearing
I
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