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Black Anvil -Hail Death.

Sometimes I fantasize
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me
Don’t these times fill your eyes?
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars, they burn below me
Are you all alone?
Are you made of stone?

Sometimes I fantasize
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me
Don’t these times fill your eyes?
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars, they burn below me
Are you all alone?
Are you made of stone?

I just can’t seem to get anything right.

I just can’t seem to get anything right.

You’re losing me

You’re losing me

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untitled on Flickr.

Pieces of quiet

Pieces of quiet

Routine.

Routine.

Open up your heart and let the sun shine in

Open up your heart and let the sun shine in