Our Swords
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Out on the wall sounds of banging
Is constant, coming from your head
And desperate the calls came in ringing
From those who wanna wring your neck
Your neck
Open your mouth, sounds of breathing
Found it spilling from your face
Best to be dim to the humbling traffic
Stomping on your name
Count on us all
Falling on our own swords tonight
A chilling walk home down the portions of roads there
Leading straight to your place
It looked like the tin can would swallow
The kitchen plugging up your space
Count on us all
Stepping on our own toes tonight
Count on us all
Stepping on our own toes
Count on us all
Falling on our own swords tonight
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