(Not Even) Silver Bullets


After these years of running against their walla
My body is bruised
I'm bleeding
My hand is numb but kept alive my hope
But hope for what?
A fucking revolution?
Our fucking salvation?
The sun has already set on the ignorant years of my life
We watched it burn to a bitter ending
In the dawn of a jaded light
Now I'm at your daggers edge
Waiting for the final curtains to fall
Jokes on you mother fucker
You can't kill what's already dead
There's something left in this cold heart
That tells me this ain't over yet
Jokes on you mother fucker
You can't kill what's already dead







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