We walk.

We marched through the streets
With nothing but our shame
We prayed to a God
But we didn't even know his name

It's time to disappear
Into the morning rain
It's time to start looking
For our inner selves again

Across bleeding battlefields, scattered with broken minds, we march in unison in perpetual solitude. Hands not touching, mouths closed, not a single word drops. Only the occasional tear rolls out of a hollow mascara-black pit and bleeds down a freshly scarred cheek. We hear the sound of fanfares but they aren't playing for us. We walk as further away from the soul tearing screech of trumpets as possible. No direction, no purpose, no strength, not anymore. We just walk.

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gun the gunner
time has come......
to gun the gunner
gun the gunner
goodbye you brave soul
you soil of england
gun the gunner
all praise the king
he rises from the west settling absent mindedly in the east
12 bullets for heaven
nine for the earth

Oh darling
we be the teenage hustler
wet dream scenario
rip off artist turned bad
honey we love you so much

Void.

The time has come, the bell has chimed
The prophecy has self-fulfilled.
Сolour in my empty heart with the darkest coloured brush.
Your silhouette blended with the night.