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A New Way Of Turning Heads
We're alive but our hearts are dead,
The roses burn when the sun has set,
Hand of blood with a bloody threat,
The time has come for my skin to shed,
(Chorus)
For all the tomorrows that should be,
For all the demons that I see,
For all the ash inside of me,
A new way of turning heads for the dead,
In the dark where reality shall hide,
Broken dreams with the devil, he will find,
Open casket but the bride is still alive,
The human race is a non-sanitary kind,
Pray to the cross with the candles almost lit,
Bite into to the love that unleashes all this sh1t,
Falling from the roof with our fear always hid,
Picking up the chapters bit by bit,
(Chorus)
I smell death from the grave that I had,
Remember the times, never be sad,
With my sounds of the good and bad,
Left to bleed with our hands on our hearts,
(Chorus x2)
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