I'm sick of all this emptiness I've chosen for a
I'm the fly on your wall
and the sound I make
When she walks; testing the ground like she doesn't belive
Let me tell you a story.
A tornado is on its
There's a shape silently moving in the corner of my
Technology stands tall
I won't tell you where I'll go
Locked
Someone staring, I aim for the sniper behind the wall.
Mean
How do you fake a loving smile
How do you make
It wasn't my goal to ruin this precious moment.
(I) didn't
I see the thorn in your eye
I feel the pain
I write a hundred books to tell you how muchI
Is there anything to ease the painTo freeze my flame
This is where it endsWhen you find my secret hideoutThe
Do you see the shape of silver limbsCan you face
Slow-mo fantasy,Black and white slides all around us.A blood-stained rubber
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