when darkness falls
broken glass
walk through the pieces.
fallen bodies
find a reason.
-won't come see & don't believe it.
slow, slow bleedin'
-no more breathin'.
books are weapons that i'm readin'.
die for free it's open season.
walk through the pieces.
fallen bodies
find a reason.
-won't come see & don't believe it.
slow, slow bleedin'
-no more breathin'.
books are weapons that i'm readin'.
die for free it's open season.
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