Rifles At Recess Heroes Vs. Harlots
heroes,harlots,habits.decieve another heart in this waking hour. i will die again
before breath. before scars heal you must bleed.cast my doubt in every sunrise and
make this day remember the night as i painted it.show me your trust and ill show you
my betrayal, breaking me down i beg tolerance. suspend me by broken wings.breath in
the sky and kill those thoughts that are dead mans dreams...alas we have severed our
tongues. no more wishing with our eyes we've created every f..cking monster...every
f..cking one. pick up the knife and paint the floor red with your selfish intentions.
sharpen your teeth for the hunt and we will sin like unbaptised children...this
broken back will claim our innocence .our age will outweigh our desire.i can still
see a boy bringing flowers as i lay in this empty room i have named every scar after
you, i have grown to call this pain friend.born a slave but ill die a master, if
this is life then show me the f..cking door. i've been to funner funerals.
