We call ourselfs runners, we exist on the edge;
Between the gloss and reality; The mirrors edge

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The bleeding hole in her heart
That's made from cicumstances at home, because they kept pulling her hair and so it choked her words...
She don't sleep at night, afraid to turn out the light... and she's home...

I thought 18 karat gold would save a lonely soul...
But she don't sleep at night, afraid to turn out the light
Cause they kept pulling her hair... Wouldn't leave her alone...

But if only I could read her mind and release that stone;
In her heart where the sadness grows and I'd operate with this knife
And cut a big fat giant hole to fill with gold and light

But there's an endless battle to be won and me I ain't a man with an educated mind
And soon, you won't have the strength to carry on...
So you scream about it in the night...

My 18 karat gold, it fills a dirty hole;
A dirty bleeding hole in my heart you people think it's made from circumstances at home
Well if someone ever should be pulling your hair then I guess you should leave them alone
And now you want me to read your mind and release that stone

There's an endless battle to be won
And me I ain't a man with an educated mind
And soon, you won't have the strength to carry on
So you scream about it in the night

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You know she's never gonna tell you if she likes it this way
You know she's never gonna ask you if you feel the same
Ohh...was it worth it? Did you give your life away?

A fever, a desperate relation;
A train that never stops rolling, it's getting into your blood
A need that never stops growing, she's a poisonous one
A hope for better days, but nothing, oh, seems to fix it, oh, now you waste away...
Indeed a desperate relation...And all she can say, is; "Give me just a little bit"....


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There is no subject more serious than death, and there's no appointment more certain than death. I wish that I could get everyone that's listening to my voice today to do some serious thinking about life and death...
What is your life?

Despite the wolves outside your door
In time you will see them all as harmless
And thier idle threats easy to ignore
If ever fate should choose to smite you
Stand your ground, never walk away
Please don't ever let the world defeat you
Don't get buried in its decay...