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The Me in Them May 08, 2006 Strap on those bullets Fly to the moon Never come back Never look again Gone says the stranger next door Gone was the man a ghost behind Curses on misery lane Last undersurface of painful truth and black widows lie under sheets stained with blood cover hands beneath the windows still stuck after years untouched Memories can not refurnish what has come and Gone off the gun to the head of the lion Against the wall stain painted window tells sorrow without fear And fear without shame Destroy the closest Comrade in harm Without protection Lost against sea of death can only leave me Rope detached against pale chains metals of royalty Polaroid lack the truth Of lust and sin Break piece by piece Where winners gather The moon illuminate Your lies in glow Basking God’s glory If only love Punish Beelzebub scorn Heaven above God’s sorrow tears fall Satan rules man thro’ and thro’ Lucifer’s Hell destroy What we knew of Bring back peace If ever were there My chaotic soul clash amour and sword against steel blade of The dark lord, the high king As he plumage the village Into eternal sleep Eternal deadly peace Treaty broken among Kinsman and kinship Fly up high, my roman sky, gladiator honour Destroy the I in me For it’s the me in them Fold39Crane フオ-ド三九クレン |