Out on the wall sounds of banging is constant coming from your head And desperate the calls came in ringing from those who wanna wring your neck Your neck Open your mouth sounds of breathing found it spilling from your face Best to be dim to the humbling traffic stomping on your name Count on us all falling on our own swords tonight A chilling walk home down the portions of roads there leading straight to your place It looked like the tin can would swallow the kitchen, plugging up your space
Posted on: Thu, 09 Oct 2014 22:25:16 +0000
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