Orange Thread
Fades with your blood and drips out tears
Living, the cousin of death is around the corner and near
A stab with an angel's knife and you'll never have fear
Prepare for the worst and strap up your gear
Memories grow some wings and it starts to fade
Growing pure energy the definition of made
The mind is stressed out and it comforts the heart
And this isn't a movie from saying"this is the best part"
A bullet can express a million heartbeats that will stop
And the clock always ticks but wait a minute, where's the tock?
Reverse your life motion when it's time to cast away
A couple of more steps wishing not to past away
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