Nylon Hotel - Speed

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WariorLite

2011-03-31T16:48:06-0400

Tiny keyhole blisters rising
Pure Sunday perfumed bride
Feathered pin-burned daughters running
The city seems cleaner at night
Lately, I’ve been hiding from you
Can’t tell you what it means to
Been spitting blood since midnight
Been spitting blood all my life

You’re a neck braced angel
Falling at break-neck speed

Halo twist, the sun invites itself
You and me, we love to love
Paper scissor stone we’re not alone
Not alone, the sniper above

You’re keeping yourself alive.

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