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40 Grit

Composição de: 40 Grit
The bigger they are, the harder they fall. 
Where are you now in this mess you have made? 
I'm leaving you here, to fend for your own. 
I cannot help I am already gone. 

{Chorus} 
Pieces of dreams cannot kill the touch only the mind. 
These little pieces of things I've grown to hate so much. 

Delivered and burned, you see how it works 
I could explain, but I'd feel like a jerk. 
I close my eyes and feed your pain. 
Helpless ritual, ritual habits sustained 

{Chorus} 
Pieces of dreams cannot kill the touch only the mind. 
These little pieces of dreams I've grown to hate so much. 
What about the de-compassion
that is in the movement on the wheels that we ride? 
Kill your life! 

{after chorus} 
Can I believe that I need someone, to make me feel like I am special? 
To lie beneath a snail with no one, and feel like a million voices. 
With a poor excuse I'm guilty. With the blood on my hands you'll see. 
Hide in the ruins that you've ruined, when you couldn't see... 

Running lost intertwined with a weak compromise,
lacking a soul with the will to survive. 

Repeat 
{chorus}
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