All our blood lying on the floor
Sense the crowd expecting something more.
Opened up, proudly on display,
What we try so hard to hide away
Blinding light illuminates the scene
Try to fill the spaces in between
Arms entwined in our final pose
Narrative drawing to a close
Still remain the things we couldn't kill
In your eyes I can see it still
How we choose the framing of the scene
Hate begins to spill across the screen
Blinding light illuminates the scene
Try to fill the spaces in between
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