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Project 86 Drawing Black Lines

Her heart Her heart bleeds Her heart Her heart bleeds It is a basis for your heartfelt hunger so gaze At the page at the faces of nameless You're alone

Set me up, set me up, set me up Set me up, set me up, set me up Right in front of me, dropping another game now I watch your face as your eyes look down

I will not forget the day when the sides were chosen Me against me against me Clothing so drenched with sweat and the teeth they were clenched Who can

Rising up against this wickedness And unphased by your endless myths Hands all around reach to slow him down He's all about this sound We aren't playing

I hear a voice speakin' softly amidst the breathin' An invitation to a place where hearts are beatin' To a place where your dreams are made Where songs

With all those thoughts I've left behind I'm puttin' to death, no remorse what's pushed inside With a toast I sigh Till the fate of this weight, what'

I hear a voice speaking softly amidst the breathing An invitation to a place where hearts are breathing To a place where your dreams are made Where songs

Submerged in endless (trailing off) I watch them fade by (sigh) Lifeless and blank-faced (paining on) I see... The face I use to be They want to feel

Right in front of me dropping another game Now I watch your face as your eyes look down Away from my glance Backstabbed as I hear the cracks drop smack