A drum for heaven's choir
I'm closer to the swelter
The pound wants to escape with my life
I've opened the gate - to where they suffocate light
The pound wants to escape with my life
It's colder than a funeral rain
Now I'm frozen in more carved shame
The bullets through my shelter
Hit the drum & my heart is the drum
Choose, choose now, pound wants to escape with my life
Oh please come soon I've opened up the gate
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