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Pull the trigger now

if you're craving a hero,

or say life after death.

Was it you or was it me

who had to fake implementation

of a lonely heart,

so warm and oh so weak?

My fractured eyes

In the mold below.

The fattest lies

hold your needs.

Wait for the morning,

come a different day.

Carry the weight of all

you say is wrong.

We both would deny

there is a secret fate.

A seal of woven years

of waiting flying by.

Rush my head into your

wall of complaints,

and crush me softly

like you crushed yourself asunder.

You better leave me be!

Now go, for my soul was

sold for a rainy day.

But it's not too late

for a full retreat.

Wait for the morning,

come a different day.

Carry the weight of all

you say is wrong.

We both would deny

there is a secret fate.

A seal of woven years

of waiting flying by.