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 Song of the day;;

→ Bullet For My Valentine - Knives


Let the madness begin


Livin' with snakes, feedin’ the hate, kill the betrayal

Shedding of skin, bitter within, cower in shame

Venomous tongue, blacken the lungs, inducing the pain

Inducing the pain, with constant pushing, provoking reactions


Bring out the knives to cut and divide

Another scar for memories

Bring out the knives to cut and divide

Let 'em breathe, watch 'em burn in the fire


Digging a hole, bury the trust, lay it to rest

Swallow the dirt, breathe in the dust, savour the taste

Hammer the nails, nothing to say, walking away

Walking away, from constant screaming, provoking its madness


Bring out the knives to cut and divide

Another scar for memories

Bring out the knives to cut and divide

Let ’em breathe, watch 'em burn in the fire

Bring out the knives (Knives) to cut and divide

Another scar for memories

Bring out the knives to cut and divide

Let 'em breathe, watch 'em burn in the fire

Bring out the knives


So keep on digging your own graves

Now just focus on the pain

Oh, so keep on digging your own graves

I see the panic, it's sickening

You're not a saint, not a slave

Now just focus on the pain (Pain)

I hear the voices, they're calling

To sever, forever, insanity

You're not a saint, you’re a slave


Breaking apart, torn at the seams, sanity fails

Tread by the edge, pushed into hell, never again

Never again, constant pushing, provoking reactions


Bring out the knives to cut and divide

Another scar for memories

Bring out the knives to cut and divide

Let ’em breathe, watch 'em burn in the fire

Bring out the knives (Knives) to cut and divide

Another scar for memories

Bring out the knives (Knives) to cut and divide

Let ’em breathe, let 'em burn

Bring out the knives


Just swallow the dirt

And breathe in the dust

Now savour the taste

No walking away

No walking away

Bring out the knives

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En jaksanu tiskata tänään (lol masennus on kivaa) mutta kerkiän kyllä huomennakin. Polvet ja reidet on aivan saatanan jumissa tuosta kyykistelystä johon jouduin venymään kun järjestelin tuota vaatekaappia. Eläminen on tuskaa...

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