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with dead hands rising - bleeding away the hours كلمات الأغنية

this is the last time i will write this lousy letter to me and myself
i’m dying with devotion
these thoughts reflect the most of wretched and decrepit times i know
i will make it somehow
with or without you to be blamed
for innocence that cannot be reclaimed
i will build a fortress
seal up my heart from the inside
where no one can try to put it back together piece by piece
no time for comfort
no more scapegoats or vexation
with or without you to be the culprit for this tragedy
i’ll count the hours until i spill my insides from the deepened wound
this confession has meant nothing to the ones i know
nothing to the one’s who have promised. i am dying with devotion
in the midst of my disaster
i am dying with devotion in the midst of myself deprivation
that which makes me stronger
these veins run deep
brining me downward where angels reside
with or without you to be blamed
this confession has meant nothing to you
that day i was more like
an apparition with no place to hide
consuming every last shred of evidence
as to where i left my bleeding heart
with a lucid thought of arterial sympathy
i am left to be silent
i am left to become my own
bleeding away the hours

- with dead hands rising

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