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21 de jun de 2009

It's All Red LETRAS - EP The truth is turning weak

Why Is This My Handwriting?
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offered the sip of
your human sanity
i guess i must have passed
a big time opportunity
distracted by endless parades of lost thoughts
old wounds will bleed for me
and that ain`t all, those we neglect
tonight will show up in my own glass
so along with the gifts
arrives the time for smiling
in the old familiar mirror of mine
touch it and it'll be yours
can you feel it?
the desire for something more
this is real
can you feel it
shifting, blending as i feel it to
i carve my names in walls
many names refering to
when i was bound to
rip my fists off the wall
the urge of helping them
to finally get along
distract me with endless parades of lost thoughts
and still i've found the time
to shuffle life through others'eyes, but..
but along with the gifts
arrives the time for smiling
in the old familiar mirror of mine
touch it and it'll be yours
can you feel it?
the desire for something more
craving for all these feelings
that's when i found my doubts
i never had answers in me
and yet i plowed through hell
we've nurtured all these monsters
we've fed them all our blood
carving their names in our hearts
we chose to be their homes

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So Many Pretty Parts And No Pretty Wholes
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go! with your fake smiles and lame excuses
fracturing what was beautiful
i became the burden of a heart so battered and awful
until the end i never had intentions other then our own
now part of me still wants out
part of me still seeks the confort
in this fairy tale
that we both shall live
must it all come down to.. this?
to bitterness and hate?
feel it like a wicked knife on my back
(scars on every ounce of me)
sweetness in my heart beats away
(trying to let go and breathe)
oh, when i hit rock bottom
so will you
while part of me hides it out
the other part still makes the effort
to avoid this vessel of pain and anguish
that becomes the hero that doesnt save the day
from bitterness and hate
feel it like a wicked knife on my back
(scars on every ounce of me)
sweetness in my heart beats away
(trying to let go and breathe)
oh, i've hit rock bottom
so have you
feel it like a wicked knife on my back
(scars on every ounce of me)
sweetness in my heart beats away
(trying to let go and breathe)

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