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don't you realize you're resting in the open palm of an old, empty man with bitter, bloody hands screaming, "you want to know how it feels to be beat to death? just live your innocent little life between deep, deep breaths." while you are watching carefully the flashing screen from the old, broken seats on the mezzanine i will fire my last remaining shell so that it brings down the tired, wooden stairwell come on out, come out wherever you are my friend this is the spot where you began and where you'll end the lake distorts and stretches all your features breathing out its dark, cold-blooded creatures through alleyways and over metal fences - they're spilling with bloody knees and tired, dying senses - overflowing Letras de canciones i can hear you living your life it gets louder and louder all the time go on, twist it until it's dry squeeze it with your hands until it dies your eyes cling to the corner of the room while outside, the night rings a perfect boom the clock displays the racing, taunting time and you're awake in every corner of your mind the sirens scream "was i mean?" the 8-o-clock kids are leavin and i believe in a solution to end this selfish breathin the sirens scream above mean uniformed machines off in the distance I see with the bloody eye over flowing kids (only the fine print of the scenery) From Letras Mania