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Maylene And The Sons Of Disaster

me out, this will not die Heavenly Father's wrath and Hell is in my eyes Rain down these shadows and regrets Hear Angels singing while the Devil sits and

Too long and too little Tell me when you gonna bring it on Small fights and big stages Never terrified enough to run It's here and I can hear it I can

, it's you again Your angel feathers and your bloodstains I can disregard these flighty notions and your silly grin This time what I stitch is mine And

myself alive Fire breathing caught my eye I can't stop thinking about it Until it's time to cross that line Back to the days where we still say grace And

Coming back after a long time gone. I'm just another walking dead. Deadlines tell me to write and it feels so cold at home. Everyone has learned to live

Lord strike me down! This accident of surviving, you see me as a failure I feel you looking down Sing to my maker somewhere... A bullet bears my name, come and

Pacing back and forth it's shut. But I keep making sure. Put the hurt at some ease Keep thinking how we've helped each other lose our face. It's closer

silent rituals need to be caressed let me stay here and hide my eyes from the bitter world. LORD KNOWS I'M NOT READY TO SHINE. Let me stay here and save

I feel change don't know if it's them or me. Hard going from a stanger to an old face that's just not out of place. I feel stuck on fast-forward, and