Paroles Food For The Angels de Missiles Of October

Missiles Of October
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This knives for you.
One in the chest for one in the back of an old friend
Dont forget to twist it around inside.

Your blood's unique
With every drop a bit of spite, and in this puddle, sits the palm full of heart that survived your selfpride parade.

Dripping from you, blood looks Serene
Drying in the cracks of my hands.
Gripping to the love you hated
Dripping from you blood looks foreign.

I walk away, and let you dry I tell my friends up in the sky...

I walk away, and let you dry I tell my friends up in the sky...


Boil that heat down throuhg a fine screen remove what is good as food for the angels.

With every drop a bit of spite and in this puddle, sits the palm full of heart that survived your selfpride parade.


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