Surrender this dusty heart of mine
I have chased the height of my beliefs
As my lips have been colored purple
I exposed my sharp scars
Capturing spirits in my pockets
Years of a souless sound
Battles against a noose
My mind has begun to decease
Bottles pose as my friends
The artillery of this difficult fight
As I sleep on the currents of frozen ground
Perching on the plank
Crimson blood in the air
The ocean of brick bones that fade
Fighting this war in vain
Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 8:45 PM UTC
Surrender this dusty heart of mine
I have chased the height of my beliefs
As my lips have been colored purple
I exposed my sharp scars
Capturing spirits in my pockets
Years of a souless sound
Battles against a noose
My mind has begun to decease
Bottles pose as my friends
The artillery of this difficult fight
As I sleep on the currents of frozen ground
Perching on the plank
Crimson blood in the air
The ocean of brick bones that fade
Fighting this war in vain
Still sober but its a constant battle out on that plank.
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