Your hair is drifted by the wind
My fingers crawl inside them
A vision coming from the past
Reaching my thoughts and haunt them
You're lonely more than you can bare
Rejection hits you hardly
You've cried, you've lied, but you're denied
the things I give you gladly
Your music is not of your own
Although you're great composer
I long the day you'll find the strings
I'll kill any imposer
You move your borders as you wish
You spend your value in bullshit
I'll break the bones of all the thieves
I'll put a nail between their eyes
and push it
Your hair is drifted by the wind
My senses shout for justice
The day will come that I'll be gone
I hurt myself for practice...
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