Behind Closed Doors

from by Fourth Son

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I know the mouth of a liar
And I am so sick and tired
Pouring at the mouth, drench your chest in desire
I killed it with fire

Drowned out, shot down by a common disease
Thought pattern molded by society
Blind to the eyes behind closed doors
Cross my heart, swear to god, you're gonna get yours

Strike a match with an ill intent
I have not been graced by your presence yet
You have the right to speak, I have the right to doubt
This pain lasts way past when the flame burns out

Blind to the eyes filled with concern
Wash the blood from my hands and let it burn

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from For Peace Of Mind, I Anxiously Decay, released November 21, 2015

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Fourth Son Tampa, Florida

5 piece metallic hardcore from Tampa, FL.
Johnny Witeck
Dylan Catrett
Ralph Misael
Nate Irizarry
Steve Sturtevant

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