Can we try with real bullets now?
Unbroken speech, you tricked me on shaky ground
Don't tell me...
how it feels like walking on rusty nails, but the pain's not mine...
When we collide down is the only way out
'Cause hell's above
I try to focus on anything but the strain inside
So words rise while I touch the sky
Won't stay long - just passing by
But you talked it away, you talked it away...
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