All our blood
Lying on the floor
Sense the crowd
Expecting something more
Opened up
Proudly on display
What we try so hard
To hide away
Blinding light illuminates the scene
Try to fill the spaces in between
Arms entwined
In a final pose
Narrative
Drawing to a close
Still remain
The things we couldn?t kill
In your eyes
I can see it still
How we choose the framing of the scene
Hate begins to spill across the screen
Blinding light illuminates the scene
Try to fill the spaces in between
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