Bleeding Words

Deprivation as a weapon
 There is anger in the taste
 As the walls come tumbling down
 
 Clever hurting from your system
 Keep your solitude at bay
 Wear your face without a frown
 
 Bleeding words in magazines
 As the prophets tell their tales
 Spiteful hearts and lifeless scenes
 Across an empty stage
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 Haunting shadows in your footsteps
 Breathing heavily as your run
 Through the barricades you drive
 
 A darkened figure makes you stumble
 With a voice that hunts you down
 Still, it makes you feel alive
 Bleeding words in magazines
 As the prophets tell their tales
 Spiteful hearts and lifeless scenes
 Across an empty stage
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 Bleeding words in magazines
 As the prophets tell their tales
 Spiteful hearts and lifeless scenes
 Across an empty stage