Spitting glamour through store windows.
Bolted down to the floor by love lost
Staring blankly at the flashing images
Blood flows, were it will, no stopping it.
So God forbid, I don’t believe that shit.
Spitting glamour through glass windows.
Give me a wrench; I’ll part with a broken heart
When the time is right, there is no fright.
Our path brings us, what it will, there is no such pill.
so God forbid, I start to believe that shit.
Well maybe it’s just, how it feels,
When I tear off all these ceils
Well maybe it’s just, how it feels.
When I forget all those deals
Well maybe it’s just, how it feels,
When I tear off all these ceils
Say what’s on the inside when we don’t hide
I’ll tell you, I’ll smell you, and I’ll yell “You”
When it’s time, time is white, there is no fight.
The only war is in our head, ow what we put to work sometimes
All done, some time,
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