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May 20, 2008

May 20th, 2008

for sunday

From the dark a shot rings out
and I faintly hear you shout for light.
Underneath these means to ends
You think we still might be friends, oh no?

Do you think it's possible to give too much?
Drink yourself blind at the table,
and without seeing, cannot believe in it?

Today marks the day where we parted ways.
When all the fires were bled out under steel rain.
Today marks the day where we parted ways.