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VERSURI AFI
| AFI - ...but home is nowhere |
| Twenty-six years and seems like I've just begun
To understand my, my intimate is no one
When the director sold the show, who bought its
last rites?
They cut the cast, the music, and the lights
This i |
| AFI - 6 to 8 |
| Six figures enter; they've come to destroy the
world.
They've called together this storm almost every
night.
I awake in another place.
A familiar voice with a stranger's face speaks
more unheard words |
| AFI - A single second |
| Oh my God! My God this can't be happening!
God tell me, tell me this isn't real!
I can't believe all that I have
foreseen is finally happening.
I cannot for a single second stand the way I
feel.
I |
| AFI - Advances in modern technology |
| Every night I walk the streets, awake while
everyone else sleeps.
I'm giving unease to anyone I meet.
My generosity can never run out, because I give a
gift from what's within myself.
No hope at all. Ta |
| AFI - At a glance |
| No haven now as I watch it pour from everywhere.
Just like the storm that has come out of thin
air.
Gentle caresses, just as paper thin -frail and
only- lack the strength to hold.
What if could go to sl |
| AFI - Lower your head and take it in the body |
| Drowned in flames is where I can be found,
my nose broke from being smashed into the ground.
What a waste, this place I call my home.
Escape this place and break out on my own! I'm
still reaching.
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| AFI - Modern epic |
| Yeah I can see it coming.
I've seen it all before.
I've seen it once or twice
and now I hear it call to board.
This train is moving fast
but how long is it gonna last.
I guess that we'll find out
as |
| AFI - Porphyria cutanea tarda |
| I know... It's here we retreat, for where else
could we go?
To great disbelief there is somewhere we belong.
In negative space supposed flaws go unseen, but
our strength is shown.
In darkness together w |
| AFI - Shatty fatmas |
| Don't care to hear what you heard.
I won't believe a single word.
Don't care to hear what you say.
I won't believe it anyway.
You relay fiction, facts you avoid.
You're just like a fucking tabloid,
y |
| AFI - Weathered tome |
| They're coming 'round again. I've returned and
they've been waiting.
Their aged offererings received and returned,
passed through wet eyes.
I tremble as I feel them rolling in for, my sins,
the old ghost |
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