Thursday, 3 June 2010


I wish I'd take a stand to bare these feelings I've subdued inside,
For all they're worth was laid before the fires set by night I ride.

Suicide, death passes by
I'll Not forget that malice eye

The sound of death I know he's fleeting the sound of chariots, death is neigh.
All that's real was lost inside, the broken dawn, the birth of suicide.

Suicide, death passes by
I'll search for that I've lost inside.
Suicide, run I'll hide

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