I wanna write the perfect song
And play it just for you while you are tangled up in sleep
I need you more then I'll ever know
Until I stop breathing my lungs will take you for granted
I wanna climb barbed wire fences, and warm our hands in blood
- both from Thrice, In Years to Come
Can we,
Can we kill each other quickly?
Quick enough so I won't feel it,
A shot of strobe light anesthia
and I'll be fine
'Cause I'm beginning to feel cold,
My hands are shaking from fear
White from clutching my pride
Red from cutting you
And blue from telling lies
- Thrice, Kill Me Quickly
More later
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We barely remember what came before this precious moment,
choosing to be here right now. Hold on, stay inside...
This body holding me, reminding me that i am not alone in
this body makes me feel eternal. All this pain is an illusion.
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