Now you're lying there
Your arm in your hand
It's still bleeding
It's still warm
You look at the street:
Dirt mixed with red
You see the stars
You feel death
This is your death [4x]
Passersby are screaming
The air is getting stale
Night is coming
Nothing matters
The heaviness is gone
You feel great
But all the madness
Starts all over again

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