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He was a martyr who had died for all his sins
He was a lover too scared to love a thing
She saw a flicker; she confused it with a star
And helplessly she folded when the wind blew out her heart
Yeah! Yeah!
From fields of green to the valleys of chrome
I’m building thick between skin and bone
Yeah! Yeah!
I’ve burned those bridges a long time ago
Rise above myself and the ashes of home
He was a sucker for a deal already dead
He was a gambler too afraid to bet
Her mercy was a memory
She didn’t want him; he never called
Leaving on his journey; his children on the Wailing Wall
Yeah! Yeah!
From fields of green to the valleys of chrome
I’m building thick between skin and bone
Yeah! Yeah!
I’ve burned those bridges a long time ago
Rise above myself and the ashes of home
Pull out my bleeding heart
And eyes of burning coals
Take off my crown of thorns
And die, die, die
Peel off my shredded skin
Disarm my every word
I swear I’ll never bow
You’re all ghosts to me now
Pull out my blackened heart
Take off my tattered shell
Won’t punctuate myself
When I say, “Imbecile”
Chew back my goddamn words
Pin down my vicious tongue
I am oblivion!
I’m every mother’s son
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