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12-19-2005, 11:05 PM | #8 |
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The strings are like razors
They cut into my hands and my volume is dangerously low Can't seem to maintan my usual sustain and one of speakers is blown I love to let go as my guitar starts to glow In flashes of red that squeeze out and they spread My guitar lies bleeding in my arms bleeding in my arms The knobs seem alive yeah, they move by themselves the strings have a will of their own The notes that appear are so strange to my ear It's no longer under my control
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