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• Artiste: Dark Day Dawning
• Titre: Perhaps The Final Melody
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Every mile of this highway (Don't stop driving) Every fading yellow line (Drag me away) Wipes the tears that I stopped making Kills the vision of my pale face Wedged in stillness inside a wooden box I will not comply Every day seems hotter colder blacker brighter Stairways tighter Tired of wondering why there are holes in your reflection Tired of wondering why The arms which hold me Taper off at the wrists I won't lie: It's crossed my mind In darkened rooms and on Sunday mornings With sore throats and apparently nothing ahead Damn my first steps for endearing me to this place Damn my casket smile and their probable tears Tears Apathy diminshed becomes discontent Sequelled by seclusion Wasting my life as I'm cast into decades of silence A bullet in the head would look great with that dress And an exit wound about the size of a fist I watch your dance as its cast into decades Into decades Watch your dance as its cast into decades Cast into decades of silence Don't stop driving today I couldn't bear it The same fucking grey sky The same fucking streets The same fucking day After day