[pale stanza : Gunnar Mothes / bullet art : The Gallery]

Here I'm standing on the edge
And the lack of pressure
Grant's me apathy,makes me feel composure...
And it shows me what is real

I see it all and know-
There's no excuse
I feel it all and know-
There's no excuse

I curse those sad convenient lies
Till folly kills me
And if it shouldn't rise
Then I shall never be

There is no blood that's left to bleed
Can't bleed no longer
No blood this fucking heart to feed...
This feeble heart

I see it all and know-
There's no excuse
I feel it all and know-
There's no excuse

I have failed

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