16 Days A Week


Cringe with the darkness

Cringe with the light

Scream in to nothing

And cry into fright

It's all a game

All a waste

All a terrible Lie

"Hey God"

Angels will start to die

For you

For the sake of us all

We can run

We can hide

But I will never be alive in your eyes

I will never be able to cry alone

I will never be able to give in

And run free

Like those damned wild horses

That can't drag us away

They can carry me away any day of the week

All the days of the week


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