Traced your scars through the ashen debris I was yours till the end, Ma Chérie
I love you, & you should know That I’ll bury this book under snow and someday you’ll unearth what I wrote
That last time I gave up…
Fashioned one baited song for the end, Although all of this is just pretend.
I love you, & you should know That I’ll bury this book under snow And one day you’ll unearth what I wrote
Just how deep can you dig?
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Have the guts to swim in disgrace, jesters laughing and dancing in place If my demons created my sins, then this hemorrhaging is within
But why’s this script in reverse? Jesters laughing and dancing in place History, heed my pleas to break free Dear God, I’m going fucking insane
Please don’t listen now these words are for sale Mark up this failure before the ink dries up I promise, lover, nothing’s really real Are you fading or are you pulling back?
Your shadow is dancing while you lie still, my precious faith in a dying metaphor.
You can never make me give up the gun. You can never make me give up the gun. You can never make me give up the gun. You can never make me give up the gun.