Cruel Hand - House Arrest | Текст песни

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I've been doing
so much time
inside my mind.
My head is my cell
behind the bars of my eyes.

I've been doing
so much time
inside my mind.
My head is my cell
behind the bars of my eyes.

Tomorrow has a bitter fucking taste.
bitter fucking
taste
bitter fucking
taste

Don't try to tell me
that I'm not alone,
because I've been throwing rocks
and nobody's
home.

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