Love Lost In A Hail Of Gunfire by Bleeding Through
This was a fucking bomb
For a few seconds, this place was Armageddon
There was a firefight
You are the fucking disease
Another day, another memory
But I have fucking failed
I turned another lie into the work of a saint
So where is the cure?
Hundreds of souls
With the look of horror
On their face
Now I rise from my knees
I will not live in misery
You won't take me
You won't take me
Now it's me
Now it's me
All that's left is a bitter taste
Of a life that once was so promising
Rather cut at the wrist
Than laugh about your mistakes
Sickness still fills the air
Another life that you wish you could fake
Your eyes will cut through me, but it's a risk
That I must fucking take, I must take
So where is the cure?
Hundreds of souls
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