Freddy Ibarra - Great Depression

The tears running down your throat,
The fears running down our road
Kiss my lies darling
Autocorrect that with a 'p'
It was a honest mistake sorry
I guess you can taste the irony 
In the same bedroom and you're still finding me 
Put your clothes back on, stop blinding me
The blood on the kitchen counter is reminding me

Of, oh oh.
Of, oh oh
Of, oh oh

Daddy pictures hanging on my wall
Glass from the frame through the hall
You can hear the echoes of the screams
Blood glows through these like red streams
And the dust doesn't form
It's a memory that can't be torn
Branded in my mind, sealed with a satisfied failed attempt of suicide
The way the ceilings glide, you can tell the past taps my shoulder from behind
Sealing my fate
Oh god how the blood taste

Of, oh oh
Of, oh oh
Of, oh oh

Dark iron burning my hands
Stinging every damn gland
God, the whole world goes by 
As the mind of a teenager dies.

Freddy Ibarra

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