Fleet
by The Sleeping· from Believe What We Tell You
breathing, did you get the guns? can you feel the burning sun, frozen in your veins? if i go down i pray that one of you will rescue me. a bond in blood i wont have to rescuse myself.
rescue myself or its a crying shame.
ten casual steps to the door. keep those nervous eyes on me. timing is everything. now this place is ours. so slide your fingers across the floor. cut off all communication and wish for home.
now give me everything inside. gripping your heart. penetrate the combination with caution. slowly open up. give me everything.
a sudden change of pace i can hear it in the walls and now i find myself face down, sighing. i look up towards their lying eyes, which seem to be filling with this evil glare. detroying what was once a bond in blood. a victim of betrayal. fallen helpless, sentenced in hear with no one to help me out. taking me away.