Trace back finger tips of lonely men,
And you will discover a certain pinch,
Realize empty bottles and empty clips help a better man die slow.
Trigger thoughts will break the silence,
And ancient hearts cry alone.
I tryed to warn you,
Lets put this to an end,
Cause this is war,
This is war.
Fractions make violins worthy and perfume hides behind the candles breath.
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