Sometimes a man with nothing good left to die for
Can live with nothing to lose
Chichik Boom
Scars on my hands, skin windows stare into nowhere
A man with nothing to lose
Long years and days all blur in broken slow motion
Pills and cheap bitter booze
Glass shards and bloody stains on the floor
This world is rotten right to core
I keep watching the world go by in bullet time
Keep pushing the pain back down inside
Time trickles away as golden hammers chime
windows
golden
floor
white
hammers
denied
booze
chime
inside
brave
hands
shards
sometimes
gonna
bullet
cheap
suffer
years
flares
bitter
nowhere
motion
flash
noise
peace
nothing
pills
innocence
through
stains
pushing
there
trickles
right
louder
rings
rotten
stumble
world
scars
broken
watching
glass
stare
bloody
stray
streets
hunting
those
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