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Description
The Perfume of cold cigarette smoke lingering on your clothes.
The dull smell of alcohol on the tip of your tongue.
The ringing sounds of your voice reasonning in my head.
The blade we share to cut open our siamese heart.
The string we used to tied our hands together.
The sweet relief we never found in each other.

What will keep me awake this time?

Confine in my fortress of dust,
I wait for your call,
And your voice is my lust,
The peace before the fall.

I try to keep breathing,
But my heart is deaf
To you helplessly crying,
Awaiting for my death.

You're my pain and relief,
In the depth of my heart,
you created a rift,
and of it stole a part.

Now loneliness is my world,
weariness my surviving,
And i've left not only a word,
To tell you my dying.

Description
The Perfume of cold cigarette smoke lingering on your clothes.
The dull smell of alcohol on the tip of your tongue.
The ringing sounds of your voice reasonning in my head.
The blade we share to cut open our siamese heart.
The string we used to tied our hands together.
The sweet relief we never found in each other.

What will keep me awake this time?

Confine in my fortress of dust,
I wait for your call,
And your voice is my lust,
The peace before the fall.

I try to keep breathing,
But my heart is deaf
To you helplessly crying,
Awaiting for my death.

You're my pain and relief,
In the depth of my heart,
you created a rift,
and of it stole a part.

Now loneliness is my world,
weariness my surviving,
And i've left not only a word,
To tell you my dying.