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It is funny what man has now become Afraid and alone frightful and numb Doomed to follow only one path Just hold the trigger and fire Easy when they're evil No right or wrong Devil and me Painted red Bang I see Blood under My finger nails I can see their eyes Hollow and starved hope Stare back at me from the mirror Echos of gunshots pound my head I think I could have done more dead Because in the end our souls meet with fate
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Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 1:53 AM UTC
Painted Red
It is funny what man has now become Afraid and alone frightful and numb Doomed to follow only one path Just hold the trigger and fire Easy when they're evil No right or wrong Devil and me Painted red Bang I see Blood under My finger nails I can see their eyes Hollow and starved hope Stare back at me from the mirror Echos of gunshots pound my head I think I could have done more dead Because in the end our souls meet with fate
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Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 1:53 AM UTC
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