Lyrics of 'Sunday' by Art Far Away
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Tic, tock
Can you hear that?
Can you my love?
Take this crooked hand, I am a faithless man
Take this fucking hand!
Heave-Ho, this burden. Heave-Ho, is not yours to bare
In this empty shell of a man, lies nothing but pain
Nothing else than self hatred for this oblivious world
I am the one
I am the world, I am every women and child that has ever died due to evil men
I am the one, who fights with the devil, but the devil does not fight fair
For every woman and every child that I have died for over the years
Laying on top of them, trying to protect them from the bullets that fly everywhere
But I am just an empty vessel
I am the afterbirth of a whore screaming in pain in an alley
Where her bastard child is born
But just take this hand, and you will be saved
I will give you everything, but there is no one there
Can you hear that? Can you my love? Can you hear them sing?
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