(these are lyrics to a heavy metal song that just came to me...
there's music too. I probably have to record it lest it leave forever)
(I am the anti-peace)
rake in a hurricane
the clawing out that can't be
there is no sleep with truths
what lies alive in me
is front of you
and fields are filled with flowers
dont you feel right?
you got it
do your words heal me?
you got it
I measure this
with grips of time as it slips by
(guitar fancy part)
seventh avenue
the street detached but verses filling towers
its your rays
the rays the sun you feel that you describe
and you
are splinters in my eyes
not like the morning sun
the touch of skin when you are next to
its more the tearing ripping skin
and wearing pain
~ ~fancy guitar part~ ~
the choice of beauty when there isn't two
the choice of beauty when it's fields of flowers
~ ~fgp~ ~
and running over dodging cobweb fires
matchbox time with matchbox counting hours
concrete wall, the wall of bricks
thrown onto you
but you, you need this to
when deciding between two
the sides split too

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