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• Artiste: A Faith Called Chaos
• Titre: Boxing With Bayonets
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The space around our carved hearts Is littered with, evidence Evidence of time well spent (Chase the dragon, drag the nail again.) We let it be till someone else looks in, And then it's out the door Its in the street again, blinds open Evidence of time well spent (Boxing with bayonets, yeah) Afraid someone will see just where we've been I refuse to let it come to that I want what's mine is mine is mine is mine is mine I refuse to let it come to that I'm giving up on us In this shallow body Is a light been grey for so long C'mon and take a bite yeah Cause I want to spit out my tongue. If it is the best that I could get baby I don't know If that's the best that I could get then I don't know I can't stand to bite my tongue. It's ok, meant to be, it's all right, I'm spent, still, sort of Yeah, sort of. . . I can't keep these track-lines off your soul I'm still breaking limbs in this, this wonder We used our teeth to paint, Down these halls. I'm giving up on us.