Lirieke: Thrice. Illusion Of Safety. In Years To Come.

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I want to take the bullet,
the one aimed straight for your heart.
i want to meet the wolves halfway
and let them tear me apart,
but that's not the way they do it hear.

(Chorus)
i want to lay on the tracks,
feel hot steel screaming at me.
expose the bones on my back,
let me show you what i mean.

yeah, it's a different kind of love.
i want to climb barbed wire fences
and warm our hands in blood.

and this is my gift is
asking you to fix my ruined hands.
and it's a gift that keeps on giving, (3x)
and right now it's all i have to give.

(Chorus)

i want to write the perfect song,
and play it just for you,
while you are tangled in sleep.
i need you more than i'll ever know.
until i stop breathing,
my lungs will take you for granted