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Another strike of the blade
The same lines as before
And I wonder if this is feeling
Or if this is nothing more
Than breath on everglade.

A drop of rain in the glass,
The snow is going black
We made angels in the grass,
We slid down the hills
With wings at our backs.

Sipping wine with a man called Alas,
If he was innocent, he'd let me walk free.
But the skull slides me salvation
And there is plenty of damage
Left before they take the toys from me.

Its no story, no happy ending, please go.
You can tell me you wish you could know,
But you'll leave it to the professional
Before I destroy everything inside me.

Silhouettes and voices, I have enough demons,
With the blood you say I have on my hands,
To think I grew into a bulletproof world
Yet I feel shots fired inside of my core
When I am trying to sleep.

Its no story, no happy ending, please go.
You can tell me you wish you could know,
But you'll leave it to the professional
Before I destroy everything inside me.
Written by MartenHoyle (Vate C. Carmen)
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