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• Artiste: A Faith Called Chaos
• Titre: Pugilist
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I drink your arms like wine Not mine cause I`m not looking You judge life by pills on your bedside (If there is a way) I`m unsung, I`m undone Is this what you want? When evenings bridge and beat behind my eyes I can`t even see, I can`t escape, what you place only arms away The covers bruise and pull perfect nights out from my eyes Past your eyes I`m not for patterns I drank my self to this I drank myself through this These skies look so familiar These stars they bleed vermillion These scars look so familiar Kiss me with some teeth so I will know This is too much kitsch for me Living life in shades of fluorescent pink Your pills, your pens your bottles of ink Your azure was green by 6:30 God bless the black and blue eyes, I gave to the prose of sleepless nights Love`s first waste is loves last kiss My addict. Ten years hence they will know me as The one who came, and never found himself. We kept the charade going as long as we could (We favor the brave) I don`t want to look back in ten years and say we could have. We favor the brave.