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When thunder raking the silent night
when we buried the lifeless frame
They tried to be these sort of anchor
trying to be the winter soldier for me
Trying to take care of my six
If your ever took the blindfold down
Your vision might lift up
And you will see
That the bullets was not in the hand of yours
But it was inside the version of me
And my soul bow down like a capitalist slave
But you never watched my number twelve.
These foolish blanket that swallow my brain
And the fog that tried to escape
Have the chemicals tip you off yet?
Maybe there's a name to all this
If you manage to balance the equation right.
Sewing tales of imaginary shadow
Tieing folklores of fictitious meadow
I watched the blanket slither around your neck
And I remember your rasp and croak
and I remember the red paint bleed
I was your speedbag, and you were my ravage.
So why would you wonder
when the white coat man say
I am in ruins?
-a.
ANDA SEDANG MEMBACA
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