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Fighting Leaves To Biting
My soul has been shot by my own gun
all thats left spread across the floor, no more fun.
He tells me to go and fight, to protect her
give it all I got, to save her.
No, you love her, your heart will be destroyed
but love can save it all.
Take the dirt from within my soul and wash it away.
The water will run through my veins, then will I be clean.
Ha, water only runs through the blood of the innocent
you lied, cheated, and stole your own heart.
You have nothing left to fight for.
Smoke runs through your eyes and all that you see
you've died so many times, you'll never be free.
You can't escape the monster
you rip yourself apart.
Remember the time you forgot to breathe,
now it consumes you.
No, I will pick myself off the floor
I will not take this any longer, no more
of the running.
Go, go ahead and run
you'll find yourself running into traffic
of dull blades and burnt cigarettes.
The hospital bed, you are confined, so relentless
injecting the smoke even more.
You can't win, your tired of trying to make it through the dark
light consumes you, it will be ok,
unless her blade leaves her mark
eventually you will stop running oneday.
The burning overtakes the fact of loving someone
you try to find a way at last but
death stabs you in the back with past.
Now you bleed out your soul
and it latches itself onto her.
My soul has been shot by my own gun
all thats left spread across the floor, no more fun.
He tells me to go and fight, to protect her
give it all I got, to save her.
No, you love her, your heart will be destroyed
but love can save it all.
Take the dirt from within my soul and wash it away.
The water will run through my veins, then will I be clean.
Ha, water only runs through the blood of the innocent
you lied, cheated, and stole your own heart.
You have nothing left to fight for.
Smoke runs through your eyes and all that you see
you've died so many times, you'll never be free.
You can't escape the monster
you rip yourself apart.
Remember the time you forgot to breathe,
now it consumes you.
No, I will pick myself off the floor
I will not take this any longer, no more
of the running.
Go, go ahead and run
you'll find yourself running into traffic
of dull blades and burnt cigarettes.
The hospital bed, you are confined, so relentless
injecting the smoke even more.
You can't win, your tired of trying to make it through the dark
light consumes you, it will be ok,
unless her blade leaves her mark
eventually you will stop running oneday.
The burning overtakes the fact of loving someone
you try to find a way at last but
death stabs you in the back with past.
Now you bleed out your soul
and it latches itself onto her.