The Speed Of Pain
They cut our throats Like we are flowers And now we be devoured When you want it It goes away so fast Times you hate it Always seems to last But only remember When you think you are free The crack inside your fucking heart is me And i want to out trace the speed of pain For one more day I only wish i could sleep But i cant lay my back Because theres a knife for every day For each day i knowed you once more Lie to me, cry to me and lay with me Save all your secrets Folded inside of you But i hope we can die holding hands
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