Lyrics Blood In Numbers - Archive
Fall
down
people,
stand
tall
fearful,
lay
down
thousands,
right
to
the
end.
Find
her
amongst
them,
head
down
unnoticed,
hands
cold
and
broken,
passengers
leave.
Frail
time
is
over,
stand
on
my
shoulders,
our
hearts
twisted,
blood
dried
in
numbers.
Blood
dried
in
numbers,
cold
slaughtered
brothers,
breaking
each
other,
right
to
the
end.
Loose
lines
uncovered,
masks
for
each
other,
run
low
for
cover,
here
comes
the
end.
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