Here you come to calmly kill the
Drum behind my eyes
When water turns to solid
Call out to passersby
When bullets turn to splinters
You are something,
Have something,
Have nothing,
Want something,
Want,
Have my heart,
Are my mind,
Something,
I am a thing
My heart
Writer(s): Angela Ruth Hart, Simon Sean Nicholas David Austin
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