I’ve been running.

Fire in the eyes,
and there’s another broken story to believe,
comming from another tree
that grows up more and more,
than I ever thought that it would be,
because I know I’m not the only one.

And I can’t take the poison driving through the vains
and taking everything it can,
it’s not a usual thing to happen,
not a usual thing to happen.

But just because ir hurts
it doesn’t mean that it will burn.
And I’ve been running,
yes, I’ve been running
throught the black and broken glass,
into the sweet monlight, I’ve ben running.

When the night arrives,
I can’t stand it,
I just can’t barely breath.
It’s turning everything into dust
and I won’t be able to keep thinking anymore.
Another broken trigger is up to blur

Death is pulling flaming banner
and I also fall as dirty as I can,
and loving anything that’s living.
Is just another broken trigger.

But just because it bleeds
it doesn’t mean that it will kill.

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