sick knot love

hands tied to a knot

my lies will be sacrificed

my soul is sprained,

spirit fading – fall or run?

 

the only choice to make it right,

from dawn to dawn,

to drink the blood of dusk.

black guitar on my chest,

 

play it on and on, on ‘n on…

blue smoke between my teeth

I’d crow out my guts, if it’d helped.

the sun goes down,

 

I’m still lying on the ground.

still hands tied to a knot.

it lingers on and on- dusk’s dead.

play me, trick me on and on,

there is another dawn ahead.

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