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Trust is a lie spoken so we can be fine
Trust is the bond and bullet of the heart

In war torn times little pains more than the heart
In war torn times this pain changes the heart

In war torn times the heart is the only thing
you own. The blood in your veins the only currency

All we have in war torn times are those
Childhood memories of love, home, and purity

Home the seat of trust and family
Of safety and love. Such sweet memories.

All we have are mother’s meals and her shining
Smiles telling us all those same old lies

I give you bone and blood for nickels and dimes.
Faith and power for the childhood’s fading memory.

My voice the rifle’s barrel as you speak of trust.
Make me run and make me scream for that memory.

I loved you then and love you still. I must
Never forget the things you’ve done for me.

How can I forget what you’ve done for me,
Dear Mother, when you never stop telling me?

All those meals and all those smiles every
One perfect and pristine driving me crazy

Let me wear that mask, this body so far
Away from me just doing what it’s told hazily.

What dream should I follow now, mother?
The old one is shattered by the lies, mother.

Your counter tops are no longer clean, mother.
Your smile is fake and slipping mother.

Your disguise is slipping, you are slipping.
Dear mother, everything is slipping away.

We’ll sleep and see our madness at last after
All this time. See it free and far away.

Description
Trust is a lie spoken so we can be fine
Trust is the bond and bullet of the heart

In war torn times little pains more than the heart
In war torn times this pain changes the heart

In war torn times the heart is the only thing
you own. The blood in your veins the only currency

All we have in war torn times are those
Childhood memories of love, home, and purity

Home the seat of trust and family
Of safety and love. Such sweet memories.

All we have are mother’s meals and her shining
Smiles telling us all those same old lies

I give you bone and blood for nickels and dimes.
Faith and power for the childhood’s fading memory.

My voice the rifle’s barrel as you speak of trust.
Make me run and make me scream for that memory.

I loved you then and love you still. I must
Never forget the things you’ve done for me.

How can I forget what you’ve done for me,
Dear Mother, when you never stop telling me?

All those meals and all those smiles every
One perfect and pristine driving me crazy

Let me wear that mask, this body so far
Away from me just doing what it’s told hazily.

What dream should I follow now, mother?
The old one is shattered by the lies, mother.

Your counter tops are no longer clean, mother.
Your smile is fake and slipping mother.

Your disguise is slipping, you are slipping.
Dear mother, everything is slipping away.

We’ll sleep and see our madness at last after
All this time. See it free and far away.