Mourner - 58th & Bloom | Текст песни

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All these tortured images stuck inside of my mind with the words I was screaming, all the voices bleeding. Point black memories of a man’s life changed. The way things are processed, the everyday pain. Falling down, because where else is there to fall. I’ve played it back in my brain and considered slashing my veins but the pain appears to great.

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