Screaming faces
Bloodshot veins
Look at me
From TV. towers
Through the mirthy rain
And I let your bullet
pass through me
going six feet under
I think I will be free.
Standing in the line of fire
Guilty of a suspect faith
This chaos, this silence
It skins me alive
No fickle dream
No frail desire
Till my own bullet
Pierces me
Going six feet under
I think I will be free..
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