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• Artiste: Torture Garden
• Titre: In Memory Of The Fallen
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He died for you Returned from Iraq Abject and broken Addicted to smack From Afghan fields Disturbed by attack He blew his brains out And faded to black She died for you So don't forget Up to her neck In bills and debt Working three jobs To pay the rent She plunged from the fourth floor Smashed open her head In memory of the fallen Who died that you might live Invisible ink on suicide notes Marks the best advice they could give: 'I'm alone and without hope Don't end up like I did Connect all of the dots And make the pieces fit' He died for you But not in vain Wanted stardom But hated fame Isolated And full of pain He jumped the gun And was not seen again In memory of the fallen Who died that you might live Between the lines on suicide notes Lays the best advice they could give: 'I'm alone and without hope Don't end up like I did Join up all of the dots And make the pieces fit' "Let us have no more suicides from weariness, Which come like a final sacrifice crowning all those That have gone before. Better one last laugh, à la Cravan, or one last song, à la Ravachol" In memory of the fallen Who died that you might live Scribbled on each suicide note Is the best advice they could give: 'I'm alone and without hope Don't end up like I did Unify all of the dots And make the pieces fit'