Luke A, Fink

Thoughtless Reasons






Hot sand in my face
I am your ignorant disgrace
I was here once before
Shallow heart still beating
Never knowing my bleeding
Boots on the desert floor
When I called you never answered
But today you want to be friends
Leave me to my own vices
Leave me to my own sight
I don't care any longer
Words of yours and words of mine
Make we twice as stronger
Hate in my heart
Hate in my eyes
I'm on a mission
That needs no more intermissions
Kill or be killed
Die or be crucified
Is no longer the answer I was looking for

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