when i was still alive
the air was hovering around me
just watching out til time fell blind
to hide behind a broken mind
when did the voices stop caring?
the faces rolled by
i never welcomed this holy rage
but i learned how to cry
i wanna hold my head up high
but i think i'd scratch the sky's
own eyes out
for dragging me down
to where lovers die
and now the foul wind blows
all this acid through my bloodstream
my spirit hits the wall
and falls down cold to find
the ghost inside
he smiles and says i was easy
and how i must learn
but this madness will leave me now
and never return
i'm gonna hold my head up high
and i'm gonna scratch the sky's own eyes out
for dragging me down
to where lovers die
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