Falling

Somewhere between crying and killing
I found that pain is more common than love
The world isn’t worth the paper it’s signed on
Treaties mean nothing when minds are poisoned

(backwards speak)

Trying to die the best way I know
Killing time empty minds
Bringing me back just to fuck with me
My blasphemy is the salt in my wounds

We build our heroes out of iron
We watch them corrode we watch them explode

Good intentions pave the way to hell
But on the third promise they get your soul

(screaming distortion)

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