My manifesto is a compound of blood

The sweat that left me long ago

Your fingers move by candlelight

I prefer the closet to the naked sunlight



Shoot down the sun



The scene of the crime is a carnival ride

Bystanders weep on every side

You shot down the sun, our hand are tied

Two faced victims have no place to confide



Shoot down the sun



Breakdown



Shoot down the sun




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