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• Artiste: Stalins War
• Titre: My Teorie
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body upon body lies dead in it's grave some hope for salvation, something to save with rum in their eyes, they lick up their wounds to hopeless to live, to tired to care to witness this sight, to feel the despair; and now in my own world, i feel nothing but fear. i look to you for hope, but you are no longer there, and now that you've left me i can see that it's true: the death of me is that death of you. in an old attic lies miles of horror painted in memories to fresh to spoil. color stained hands and crippling lungs couldn't shelter the world from what i've become. history survived on the lines of your face. i weep for our glances, your tired gate. as the time passes, i will come to see that your taste for life was an inspiration to me. how can it be that everything that comes to me is nothing more than an illusion. down a broken road i travel, picking melodies that seem to shatter; these stones are weapons always thrown in my direction.