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• Artiste: Sleepwithzzz
• Titre: Bullets, My Only Weakness
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The sun getting old The fields glowing gold heartless on the left Thoughtless on the right Creaking and grinding up to the road, through knee high grain, hundreds of them, shaking the ground, axes and oil cans in hand. Running so quickly, without a sound, light like blowing leaves, out from the tree line. With ropes at the necks, wrists and feet to hold in their hay. They converged on the pavement at dusk, and began their attack Some turned back with fear in their eyes Some tried to sneak through the line But we sped up And jammed our hands in the door handles And our feet in the floor We couldn't be stopped by the heartless We couldn't fall into the thoughtless So we sped up And we braced