War From A Harlots Mouth Riding Dead Horses Is A f..cking Curse
Do you see the mines
Paving my way?
I avoid them
Resisting the force pulling me
Down
Rip the noose
Regain strength
Again and again!
Where is the justice?
When I - awaken, I dream
When I asleep, I'm alive
Hiding in the world
Giving me warmth
The rising sun stings me like a
Smoldering knife,
Bringing me back into this much to
Earthy world
Where are the colors?
Where is time's pulse?
Putting an end to all this
