The Black Streets


on the black streets kill me quickly and try to forget me
steal my home beneath my feet and hang us high and out of sight
my blood, your hands: cut through the skin you'll see my blood on your hands
let my memory fade away
on the black days kill me quickly without a fight
secrets and lies you tell yourself, does it make it easier?
my blood, your hands: cut through the skin you'll see my blood on your hands
forget my face and end my name, let my memory fade away
say goodbye, black out my eyes and know I will die and this is the end i'm gone







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