you’ve got a war in your head
all your needles in the red
dragging yourself back from the dead
- just like me
comrades bound by blood and fire
soldiers in the mire
you come alive when we run
aiming yourself a loaded gun
I’m the knife you dance with for fun
- can it be?
pas de deux of blood and fire
friendship and desire
I am addicted to the fight
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