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| 216 : Hands Bound |
Going through the motions
With the sound turned down
Trying to stand up
With your hands bound
Running in place wearing blindfolds
And you’re never contemplating
What the mind holds
It tears me apart
This vengeant heart
Thirsts for love lived through art
Both sides of the sword
Splintered
I’d walk for miles to taste your smile
These eyes see through denial
Turn of a dial
Static sings
Blue gray green
I can feel her eyes on me
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