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• Artiste: School For Heroes
• Titre: Rifle
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He spells the chime to ask the chair He may not seem to give you much Yet its all there leading you The right you make the less you see Leads to the end That tells it all... Bleeding hands find their way The picture folds till all is gone Bleeding hands find there way I can't let go of what is... As he frowns The evening's gone For the space to mimic words For the space to mimic words On insecure delusions Fill the air Yawning and screaming I lose my mind For the thing that rights me Has been taken from Me This Fuck that I call myself Leaves me behind To pity the eyes that have left me here Restless... I abandon my seeding mouth Rested... I abandon my careless mind Bleeding hands find their way The picture folds till all is gone Bleeding hands find there way I can't let go of what is...