A.F.I.
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A.f.i.
Miscellaneous
Open wounds in the palms of my hands,
Festering through infectious time.
I feel so faint as my life spills over you.
Backstep over glass as i repent.
I fear i cannot prevent myself from spilling your life all over me.
I'm so sick, so sick of myself.
Mother, say you'll pray for me.
I'm premature in my decay.
Shards of glass swimming in my eyes.
A small voice in the back of my mind that's whispering words
I never want to hear.
I pray that you won't hesitate,
As you watch me degenerate,
To reach in my wounds and extract all of my fear.
My suffocation, asphyxiation.
I've been choking on my own blood.
- Album:
- Behind The Times
- Decemberunderground
- 336
- AFI
- Sing the Sorrow
- Art Of Drowning
- Black Sails In Sunset
- Black Sails In The Sunset
- A Fire Inside
- Answer That And Stay Fashionable
- Shut Your Mouth And Open Your Eyes
- Very Proud Of Ya
- Miscellaneous
- Short Music For Short People
- Dork
- No Time To Kill
- Bombing The Bay
- Love Like Winter
- Demos