4walls

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📅 Rok: 1991
✍️ Text: Windstein 🎵 Hudba: Crowbar
I pull the punch when I hit the walls No one pulls shit when I fall I\'m isolated in a century of despair Man\'s love\'s reflecting my walls are bare My 4 walls What a man needs when a man bleeds Isolated I am condemned My life is drugged with sadness I praise my sleep It free\'s me from madness In solitude my walls are bleeding sorrow I have no future No tomorrow My hate explodes Only my 4 walls know There\'s no pity Only peeling white snow Headaches Heartaches It only gets worse Inside my 4 walls I am cursed

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