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This Means War (Cover Me, Cover Me Up)
11/28/2010 @ 3:27am
By:
protonrock17

This Means War (Cover Me, Cover Me Up)

well the story goes that you
are falling through
a world of hate
so mark the date
a change of heart or address
...wont stop the stress
the trouble is the natives dress
and die to obsess
they walk the night
but cant seem to find
the morning light
so they wait in line
drowning in their wasted mind

...cover me cover me up cover me cover me up in the depression bed
cradle to a casket
count the sunsets
til you're dead, until you're dead

when your backs against the wall
you know its time to brawl
come out swinging like you're ten feet tall
and bullet proof even if you have to crawl
you cant afford
to hold your tongue anymore
the devils waiting at the door
hes been here before
guess hes back for more
to get another taste of your
heart-sore
i guess this means war
this means war

his favorite little snitch
karma karma karma you bitch
why do you make my skin itch
the secrets are out
are you still devout?
i hate the way it sounds
...when shes making her rounds

there is no way
to make a getaway
hes gonna make you pay
for those days in may
when you wasted away
...and forgot to pray
now in the dismay
is where you'll always
stay
down in the trenches you dwell
watching the fires swell
hopelessness is your cell
a slow mad hell
in case you couldn't tell
...a soul is nothing to sell

here you go breaking yourself up again
living in this sin
you only want to save expectations
you should try some patience
wrap them tight around your throat
...don't forget to check your guts and your coat

...cover me cover me up cover me cover me up in the depression bed
cradle to a casket
count the sunsets
til you're dead, until you're dead

when your backs against the wall
you know its time to brawl
come out swinging like you're ten feet tall
and bullet proof even if you have to crawl
you cant afford
to hold your tongue anymore
the devils waiting at the door
hes been here before
guess hes back for more
to get another taste of your
heart-sore
i guess this means war
...you cant afford
to hold your tongue anymore
the devils waiting at the door
this means war
this means war
 
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