Gunfire Is The Sound Of Freedom Paroles

Staring through me.

It's like lead on my chest,

Concrete around my feet,

A sword down my throat,

And poison on my tongue.

Burn it off, the taste.

For too long my teeth kept secrets

From escaping my tongue.

So bring your scalpels and cut away.

I cannot settle for mediocrity; it is a leech.
I sleep on a blood soaked mattress, luke-warm.

Stripped away and cast into the fire

Was my innocence.

My reflection such a pale complexion that I hate.

I have no lover.