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Bridge To Solace

This is something I definitely wouldn?t call boys fun at all. And it?s just goddamn ironic, how you blame the cross and the book of lies for your earthly

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Fantasize! In our dreams we are so tough but this one punch we call waking up kills everything we we carefully planned in our warm beds of hate, of

And these neon lights just burn our eyes, while dead air?s filling our lungs. We slave away our lives instead of dancing in the remains of this forgotten

Will you take my hand, and rewrite history with me? Will you catch my breath, hold my face in your hands, look deep into my eyes, and scream that we

This is my song for the hate of this world. So you wanna see us be the next in line as we march to the dead with our heads silently bowed. Let?s fucking

Why are we casting these stones around? Who are those we aim? Are they the mystical ?them?, or is it just a mirror of ourselves reflecting how apathetic

for so long To occur this day There are those who fly away to a distant place But I think I'll stay And I wouldn't have it any other way In this solace