No more
I hear
Fucking
Broken broken broken lies
No more
You See
Faith looking in my eyes
Burning time
To much lie
All things
Slowly slowly slowly slowly dies
An apple tree
An apple tree
Blowing
In the garden of my faults
And I am free
And I’m free
And I
I’m raising the walls
In front of you
The sun is burning out
Against narrow sky
Flashing on the clouds
Many many many times
Skies are falling down
In front of empty eyes
No more I hear sound
Of broken broken broken lies
Stamps of no feeling
On the letters of cold thaughts
Now I’m dying in
Over over overdose
Over overdose
Over overdose
Over overdose
Of you
Walls
© Copyright: Данил Резепов, 2013
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