Order, order, uniformed.
Their word, their law, their control.
Dance
Starving pulse
hungering
starving flesh
and I smell her skin
like funeral flower
The bastards tell you that this world won't have a
chord pattern:C#m-D-A-G-A-E
intro/verse1&2:
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Then one day she took our days.
Made them crippled with
There is a numbness that’s weighing down on us.
A
Look at me, I'm burstin' out
I'm crawlin' on the gruond
Im
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