Music and Lyrics © 2017 Nathan Reiner / Third Realm
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The light on your face becomes dimmer, your smile is as crooked as mine, the blood on the floor becomes thicker, this mixture will taste like wine. Now you can go your own way, but death is a good friend to have, the cut of your veins will seal shortly, they will open again
it's like you are visiting my grave, with flowers and dressed up in black, remember we thought we were once brave? oh why are turning things back? The time on the clock shows no scars, a cruel messed up game we called life, I'll meet you again somewhere, someday, you are the ghost I call wife
Am I holding on to you? Am I holding on to truth? Am I holding on to any, anything at all? is my life so blooming blue? tell me what I have to do, am I holding on to any, anything at all?
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