Pain
(Indisponível)
portraits; all over this wall
murdered morals taking my fall
velvet footsteps caressing the floor
listen carefully; i want to be shure
the pig is laughing; moments of doubt
addicted to hatred; forcing the pain
all these portraits remind me of the
water is burning; forcing away
slip into
the sin of living
has been forgiven
i ask for war
(but) i'm getting more
i don't understand
i suck the barrel
i lick the bullet
it removes my mind
to a faraway place
where there's still space
for my kind
the pig is laughing; moments of doubt
addicted to hatred; forcing the pain
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