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Acceptance Black Lines To Battlefields

Sends it home In a paper bag Says things change Maybe its me You can't fix me up You can't fix me up This bleeding heart This bleeding heart Found broken

Now I know that it's the same. Different people, different days. It won't change. Do you find security? Knowing you have broken me. Like a pastime.

Time winds down as you stretch upward to heaven His blood resounds as it's not over precursor They'll paint them red, those things you said. They'll

sometime ago, i keep losing track over again, all these promises wont turn golden until you touch them its permanent, nothing is permanent its permanent

who care, the siren rings in vain when lightning hits the ground, to all who stand around, the shock of ignorance Black lines, can turn to battlefields