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Bloodjinn – Broke In A Small Town lyrics
Rain pours from the sky.
Opening the way for sorrow.
The stare breaks my every thought.
Degradation lurks, tried to oppose the call.
Set with no change at all.
My actions were lost.
Fallen angels of death,
They bleed your soul until life is gone.
Lying on the ground I sink deeper.
Looking for a way,
But something drags me under.
Life's blood on my hands and face.
Suffering the wait. Suffering the kiss.
Suffering, despair sets in.
And all the love, it's drained.
And all the love accelerates.
The darkness traps my soul.
I'm scared to think that I'm getting old.
As I waste my life and time, falling.
I often stare, wishing away.
Wishing away the thought of your life
And mine, together.
Falling rain pours from the sky.
Opening the way for sorrow.
There's no way for you to tell me what to do,
Or what has suffered more.
It seems as if we have to let it burn,
Because I'll rip your heart out.
So far out, someone couldn't want it again.
I want a change upon the action,
Of the hypocrisy.
There's a way to believe.
Propaganda's not the term,
I wait for my surmise.
Opening the way for sorrow.
The stare breaks my every thought.
Degradation lurks, tried to oppose the call.
Set with no change at all.
My actions were lost.
Fallen angels of death,
They bleed your soul until life is gone.
Lying on the ground I sink deeper.
Looking for a way,
But something drags me under.
Life's blood on my hands and face.
Suffering the wait. Suffering the kiss.
Suffering, despair sets in.
And all the love, it's drained.
And all the love accelerates.
The darkness traps my soul.
I'm scared to think that I'm getting old.
As I waste my life and time, falling.
I often stare, wishing away.
Wishing away the thought of your life
And mine, together.
Falling rain pours from the sky.
Opening the way for sorrow.
There's no way for you to tell me what to do,
Or what has suffered more.
It seems as if we have to let it burn,
Because I'll rip your heart out.
So far out, someone couldn't want it again.
I want a change upon the action,
Of the hypocrisy.
There's a way to believe.
Propaganda's not the term,
I wait for my surmise.
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