But there's your scar//Where's their intent//You both bear arms//And out of fear, your blood is not spent...
But there's your scar//Where's their intent//You both bear arms//And out of fear, your blood is not spent...
And now it's getting hard to breathe. Pick your poison - heart or treason.
Welcome to my mind. Watch the first step, it's a doozy.
"I saw the Angel in the marble, and carved until I set him free"
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