What happens to souls
That made their own bullet holes?
When Innocent Eyes catch their first glimpse of Hell,
And their own burning flesh is all their little noses can smell.
They'll try to forget seeing each flame.
But God knows, They'll never be the same.
Though they'll wash the ash from there face.
And build up their walls, so no one can get in.
When breaking down a wall where do I begin?
I'm so small
I'm so small
And maybe the walls are there for you to see how much you want them.
but remember one thing about those walls, you can never see past them.
Sometimes I think I can  feel the world spinning.
it knocks me to the ground
And I think Satin is winning.
Like a kid on the merry-go-round.
chanting,
Faster, Faster We Need Another Master
who's saying that now?
Maybe what this World needs is just to slow down.
So we can sort through the lost and found.
When you were going through Hell, what did you find?
What did you lose, And Do you still have your mind?

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