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letra de archangel - syndfall

[verse]
no matter how, and what i try, i always stumble back four steps
i do not care about my friends, i hurt my love ’cause i’m depressed
i’m cutting off my lifeline, even if i do not want to
i will hurt you, i will bruise you, i rid people of their fortune
it’s all impossible for me to be something that i cannot
i’ve circled h-ll and back, i do not question how i made it out
an archangel showed up and blew my worries to the wall
when i felt down, she grabbed my hand said “baby, you’re not one to cry”
stumbling around, my head’s a mess, you cannot save mе now
i’m contemplating suicide, the only way for mе to die
i cannot stand to hurt someone who rid me of the worst of all
i swear i was gonna die before my love showed up and caught my fall
without you i am nothing, i cannot be called a human, no
with crippled legs and broken arms, through glass and wire i would crawl
for you i’d burn forever, if it meant that you won’t leave
i’d even discard my family just for you to look at me
i do not feel when you are gone, i do not sleep when i’m at fault
i do not f-cking function, all my thoughts lead to destruction
i know something, this the repercussion of my actions
all my antics, all the things that’s wrong with me
i’ll burn my sorrows with gasoline, i’ll clean my blood off in the sink
i’ll make ’em scream for their lives, i’m obsessed with homicide
we packing glocks and 9’s, got 15 rounds to make your homeboy fly
i don’t need no names to blow out brains, a comatose i won’t remain
i shun my past, i can’t distain, i’ve brought upon a world of shame
i’ve made angels weep, next may be to bleed ’em
don’t want me to se them, my thoughts are deceiving
maggots scramble my head, do you want me to free ’em?
this blood in my brain may cause me a seizure
my bullets heat-seeking, i’ll be the one leaving a bloodline grieving
if god wants you to live then i’d be not stood front of you
i love the way you shake and tremble, my forbidden fruit in solitude
don’t give me puppy eyes, replace them both with stones, i paint them white
i want your sight or piece of mind, if i have both you’ll surely die
there’s nothing like a somber night in which we both pull out our knives
[outro]
we both pull out our knives
we both pull out our knives
-out our knives
-out our knives
-out our knives
-out our knives

- syndfall

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