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Text: Hills Have Eyes (The). Other. Tombstone.


I's cold and i still sit in here with this gun in my hands, i don't understand what i've done.
I want to elucidate myself but my hands are all covered in blood and why is this man here?
It's cold and i am sitting here, i don't understand what i've done
and i am sitting here, i don't understand what i've done.
It's cold and i am sitting here
It's cold and i?

It seems impossible, why does the sun shine for some why can?t the sun shine for all?
Eleven hours now (eleven hours now) and i keep sitting here all alone, why can?t the sun shine for me?

When my breathing failed i fell asleep on the floor and i woke up with all this tombstones by my side and a gun in my hand
When my breathing failed, when my breathing failed?
(It?s cold and i?m sitting here with my hands covered in blood, why am i here with this corpses so near?)
Eleven hours now (eleven hours now) and i keep sitting here all alone, why can?t the sun shine for me?

When my breathing failed i fell asleep on the floor and i woke up with all this tombstones by my side wondering is the blood here?
Is the blood here?

It's cold and i am sitting here
It's cold and i...
Hills Have Eyes (The)