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Finger On A Dead Pulse

Contributed by sicknivesevered on Saturday, 24th March 2007 @ 07:08:20 AM in AEST
Topic: SongLyrics



my love for nothing is keeping me at bay
for the precious touch
of this progress, this risk that I now take
revolve the icon...
let it resolve our fate

this is
the last
chance to matter...

sweating profusely
every eye is on the judge
twitching and flinching
lepers with mental scars

gather in place...
i'd kill myself
on the perfect day


this time now
it's my turn
finger on a dead pulse

one breath away...
this moment

forgiving
passing my eyes still closed
exhale and wait

never have i seen a room painted purely with blood
the viscera is adding up
consumed and emptied, the process is repeated
so few with their heads still up

as the cold cement
is warmed by the gore
silver flashes my way
i mouth it once more


this time now
it's my turn
finger on a dead pulse

one breath away...
this moment

forgiving
passing my eyes still closed
exhale and wait


[how long will i play this game?]

till what's left of...
(within a glance)
what's left of...
(this malefic chance)
till what's left of...
(failures entranced)
me's unclear


this time now
it's my turn
finger on a dead pulse

i hesitate...
this moment

is not mine
directing death forward
i violate...

this truce
this insanity
this tomb
will not claim me




Copyright © sicknivesevered ... [ 2007-03-24 07:08:20]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: Finger On A Dead Pulse (User Rating: 1 )
by darkangeleyes57 on Monday, 26th March 2007 @ 06:57:30 AM AEST
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Amazing. This was frickin awesome. You do a great job on song lyrics. The ending was good.

Take Care
Christina




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