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• Artiste: Mess Hall (The)
• Titre: Pulse
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Flip from a car, split the road in two I felt something pass by, made me feel brand new Now im standing on a corner, eyes kick the back of my head, nothing breathing in a picture, but the calling of a ? The Air is kinda rotten, rotten like a fires been through, Last thing that i remember, I was crawling after you. I here a Girl sing You stoped? me head too, as my brand seemed to gather, to a memory or an echo of you sayin nothing else matters, im walking here in this dimm light, it makes a fire of a soul, i can taste a little leather, leather as the air gets cold and the girl sings I want the sun in the sky now, my brain was all i ever felt in my head, and wat gatherd in the distance, gatherd north, east, south and west like a shadow, staggers in the headlight, it could be easy just to crawl in to the next life, bold as a boy can be, the milatary standing on the side walk looking at me, just rasing my arms to a chromatic sky, looking for a weapon while the devil rides high, or away, away to move into the next life, I shot crashed then a valley of fire And my head is a picture built to decay, then anything i ever had falling away, Im burning so fast like new born star, hearing nothing but a voice just breaking my heart singing boy your bent by wat you can't control, youv seen it in the daylight, and find your way for your will to bend?