Tytuł: No Poetic Device

• Wykonawca: A.F.I.
• Wyświetleń: 255

I've been dreaming. I was lucid. I was dreaming blood was seeping from my pores.
  Who'd believe that it was all my own decision? Cracked faces and medicated smiles.
  Set fire to my home before I turned and walked back in.
  For even needle open my chest and insert ten pins.
  I just anticipate what awaits when I awake... break.
  I die in my daydreams. The gardens have all been overgrown.
  I pushed my hand through the thorns to crush the final rose.
  A deadly secret only I suffer to know. I can't eradicate what awaits when I awake... break.
  I die in my day dreams.