When hearts grow cold the weakness begins the silence of the lambs. The creatures of the fallen angel desperate needing to be saved. Speak through me restore my soul till eyes are humbled. Don't make me wonder what's the meaning of life to live or die? DIE, to live.
When your day begins your time is almost wasted; and all those friends you think your scoring love you till you cant feed their ego. Surrender broken and humble, despise your lies.

Holiday silence of the lambs
Holiday I can't be useless every single day for you my friends.

I am not ashamed of the grace you gave to me,  love you for who you are not what you can be. Give me a place to breathe, place to sing till I am free. I'll be no good to you if I have no peace. Holiday free time for you loathing your free time.

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