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Bound are my hands

Contributed by rAwjer on Sunday, 8th February 2004 @ 09:41:41 PM in AEST
Topic: SongLyrics

Hello im lost
cant pay the cost
plagued by the thought of you not here

im only so sure
that you thought you were
never so missed
never so thought of
never so misunderstood

I speak with silence
In hatred and violence
in murder in vain thin line between genius and insane

I slip right bye
not realized by
those of you who think nothing of me
nothing of what I see

In my hand I clench your bloodied hair tie
and now its too late to even ask why
seperate from the mind and alter up reallity
go on course for tragedy
ending with a fatality
bound are my hands set me free

Interesting are the details to the deed
so focused on why it made her bleed
rather look away and left alone
but my sick inside only grown

silent days revolved around silence
silent words silent screams silent
creeping death on the horizen
melted plots in a culdren stirred this and boiled through

shelter me and my discomforts
for I am in a time of great need
warped to cut myself and watch me bleed
carterized the lose ties
braiding her hair and shewing away the flies

In my hand I clench your bloodied hair tie
and now its too late to even ask why
seperate from the mind and alter up reallity
go on course for tragedy
ending with a fatality
bound are my hands set me free

hey are you listening to me
do you understand where im coming from
lost the shadows somewhere in the light
things are see'n clearly but blurry in the night
activated by the pale moon light

Everynight grows a little more strange
for they are on my trail now
barely got to play my role
before the devil came to collect the toll

In my hand I clench your bloodied hair tie
and now its too late to even ask why
seperate from the mind and alter up reallity
go on course for tragedy
ending with a fatality
bound are my hands set me free

swarming the alley with a shower of lead
crawling and the more i moved the more i blead
and as I struggled to watch myself die
in my hand was her bloodied hair tie

Copyright © rAwjer ... [ 2004-02-08 21:41:41]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Bound are my hands (User Rating: 1 )
by Bohemian_with_a_pen on Saturday, 28th February 2004 @ 02:38:32 AM AEST
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Excellent, chilling, exciting, wonderful. Keep it up, u've got real talent. I love the ending.

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