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• Artiste: Fighting Shit
• Titre: I Am The Forked Tongue
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I wish these arms were wider, I wish wed have each other so we could wake up alive and continue our breathing. How can we just keep on going when crossed fingers stretch our pockets and in the limelight of our halos kiss each other goodnight like tonight is our only goodbye. Resting wings and resting eyelids, the dark swallows the scared kid inside each cloud-covered dream. Your murky ponds are closing, covered in a veil of knowing what no one else knows. Heavy conscience pulled down from a lead sky, trying not to fail myself, trying hard to stay alive. I need another voice to keep me going, my eyes are open throughout the night while yours are shut tight. Im wasting all my time on you, been trying hard to stop the raining that has been flooding all my thoughts, our youthful days and our constant tick-tocks. Dont tell me how far its gone, dont tell me how much is lost, dont speak to me about locking arms, dont speak of you and me as us.