Текст песни Rakta Moksha - 4 Star View
I
walk
this
blade
for
you,
maybe
scrape
right
to
the
truth
With
a
lack
of
convincing
proof,
at
least
a
different
point
of
view
Crossing
the
line
in
the
sand,
calloused
fingers
grow
from
scarred
hands
Gripping
what's
left
of
a
man,
forgetting
everything
I
am
Every
way
I
take,
all
the
mistakes
I've
made
It's
hard
to
let
go
You
promised
me
that,
you
taught
me
that
The
paths,
they
turn
to
gold
Like
a
stowaway
on
a
ship,
no
map
or
compass
in
it
Headed
for
some
forsaken
land,
right
off
the
edge
and
back
again
Crossing
a
line
in
the
waves,
storm
caps
blur
away
the
face
Drowning
what's
left
of
a
man,
forgetting
everything
I
am
Every
way
I
take,
all
the
mistakes
I've
made
It's
hard
to
let
go
You
promised
me
that,
you
taught
me
that
The
paths,
they
turn
to
gold
Bleed
it
away,
bleed
it
away
Let
it
sink
in
your
wake
Bleed
it
away,
bleed
it
away
Until
a
new
smile
finds
its
place
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