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Days N' Daze

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(album: Crustfall - 2017)


Blacked out nights and tragic letters
Empty pockets, distorted pleasures
This winters lasted years it seems
I gave up once to give up twice
Still searching for some good advice
I'm a fool now that it's over
And how many times will it take?
It's about none of you
This one falls on me
My calloused hands pull shards of glass
From my bedside
Praying on my knees
Oh Lord, have mercy on me

So print it out and put it on display
This life is just a massacre of insolent dismay
When I close my eyes
At the death of the sunrise
I know, yes I know
It's not my turn
Not my turn to die

Got scattered coins on a bridge that's burning
Blood drenched sky on my white wedding
I'd like to take this time to sincerely apologize
I had bottled thoughts I was drinking
Crushed up pain was cuttin
The stories all the same
Shifting seasons fall for change
And my sleeping child she still breaths
Buried under scarred flesh Trapt in my memories
While my calloused hands
Pull shards of glass on my bedside
Praying on my knees
Oh, no one will have mercy on me

So print it out and put it on display
This life is just a massacre of insolent dismay
When I close my eyes
At the death of the sunrise
I know, yes I know
It's not my turn
Not my turn to die

I got blacked out nights and tragic letters
Empty pockets, distorted pleasures
This winter's lasted years

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