By Connor Weightman
Standing in nettles
your eyes have gone
The violence echoes
your eyes have gone
Humanity fumbles
your eyes have gone
The world crumbles
yet your eyes have gone
Big book is breaking
your hands are lost
Decisions arent making
your hands are lost
Theres nothing of laughter
your hands are lost
Just hollow words after
your hands are lost
People deny it
your hearts been sold
Cross is a riot
your hearts been sold
In imitation love
your hearts been sold
A bomb from above
your hearts been sold
Words have been bitten
your lifes been sworn
Wars have been written
your lifes been sworn
Now who's the devil
your lifes been sworn
Cant get out of the nettles
because your lifes been sworn
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