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tore up the pull-down map
0 Reviews(May 03/06) IT'S ABOUT WAR. the end.
tore up the pull-down map
farther, we run
sadder, we become
fall into the sun
rescue from noone
tripping into the sky
air filled with silent cries
mute rattling, offspring flowers
once strong, once principal, cowers
dusk leaves no light shone
standing guard 'til dawn
seperate to save
sleeping in a grave
watch as the bones crack
hands tied behind your back
tears that fill a palm
storm that has no calm
sobbing, scarlet in the dust
here, there's no such thing as trust
sand steals your eyes, darkness the end
but the sun comes up again
farther, we run
sadder, we become
fall into the sun
rescue from noone
tripping into the sky
air filled with silent cries
mute rattling, offspring flowers
once strong, once principal, cowers
dusk leaves no light shone
standing guard 'til dawn
seperate to save
sleeping in a grave
watch as the bones crack
hands tied behind your back
tears that fill a palm
storm that has no calm
sobbing, scarlet in the dust
here, there's no such thing as trust
sand steals your eyes, darkness the end
but the sun comes up again
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