Hiding behind broken mirrors of the store front windows
And lying to the bleeding hearts who don't know where they can go
Sitting there crying for the ones lost and the ones found
in a quest for resistance, they're quickly losing ground
I've lost myself in the images of you
I've drowned myself in the ashes of our youth
We've got the remnants of our past locked up
next to the reminiscence,
My scars can't breathe from our last conflict
from our last clash of our conscious
The sacrosanct love of the guns for hire
I've lost myself in Saint Elmo's Fire
[I'll finish it later...]
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Its a realy great start, I cant wiat to see where u go with it.
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