sábado, 22 de novembro de 2008

The blade of words


Silence feeds my pain

Hate eats from my flesh

All my friends are gone

Then I die again and again


Free me


I drink from your blood

And I'll give you my face

You offer me hate

I offer you freedom


For me to be free

I must feel your rage,and I don't fear

It's time for liberty

to feast on your carcass


Hate me


For your love beats me to the ground

You swing at me I'm bound

The scars will never let me forget

Still the words I hold

not to kill you as you've killed me


You can't see

things are not the same

Past is engraved

We can't go back in time

All we own is the death of today

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