Vārdi:
Until Your Heart Stops

premonitions all too real. We dwell like antique paintings older every day, Until a thief steals you from the wall In the shadows of creative eclipses. I've noticed your

All relaxed with nails bit to the quick While golden was the silence, Like foam filling the mouth of the exempt. The burdened saw the damage, Absorbed

you weep, From your head down to the sleet. Fell, tripped up the stairs to the place Void in all hints of home. Watch with your heart, run with your gut

away From roads as thick as foam. You wish to burn the candles That quietly service the arm. Another day with the shades pulled down Until the swallow

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of wretched-looking Sister faces, Breathing the air of scare and tyranny. He hunched right over, for me to use his back And write out the eviction Notice from my heart

Something is slowing me down. It makes its way through my arms, And through these fatigued worn fingers In fury-fevered lashings of the claw. I somehow

Those were the days, wasted away every chance thrown my way. I?m a clock still ticking with every day that passes Drink those drink forget about it, your alone and your

out of this town Memories fade but the heart stays the same The ghosts of the past will haunt me till I fucking bash my brains And now, My heart takes