i will not dying in your arms
or beating glasses in our house
and getting sick of lies you're keep in private room
you can not stab me in the back
and drink the blood out of my neck
you'll always be the one who never get in bloom
lacking of shadow, the shape is untrue
the words that you told me can't get my head through
you said me "my darling please stop play the fool"
with an ax in your head staying in the bottom of the pool
i must be hard as nails
with rough hands
and apathy
i know she'll wake someday
the sun will come down
and burn everything away
utopian dreams come true in the land
where the living deads got the hole in the heads
grab the hayfork and shovel let's go to the hunt
we'll see who's the punk and who is fucking scum
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