September 2007
March on to the sound
The beating of a broken heart
Step with the rhythm you found
To the beating of a broken heart
I know that it's killing me,
and it's poisoning the best in me,
but I say, I don't want to believe.
what i see, I don't want to believe.
So let me tell you more tell you more
about the lies I lea
Pocketful of empty promises
I know you know the way to drag us down in nothingness
Spending your time in raising the masterpiece of lies
That suits us fine.
I hear voices in the darkness. I hear voices, Waiting, they're watching, and telling me lies. They don't answer now.
Can you take this lonely girl?
I pick her up from off the ground
'cause theres no pride, to be found
When you follow sheep around
And no future here, no future
For us in this town.
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