Martin: I'm pretty careful about not getting caught now.
Radio Host:
I smell the ashes burning
As I wait on my
I see you waiting for a smile to
Let you know
I cringe at love
to love is to lose
to sleep is
I’ve seen the end of what we’ve prayed for
And it
Twisted and torn
I rip at my face
Why was I born?
Scarred
In hell I wake with hate I shake, I feel
Discipline.
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