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Broken Halo 2 by james

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Broken Halo 2 by james - 90'S Grunge music cover art

Broken Halo 2

90'S Grunge

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I could genuinly be going my own way here
Ketopos, fluorescent hum Cigarette ember on a vinyl thumb
Tape is a neighbor's cough A painted smile, we keep them off
Flicker of the hallway light Vomit on the stair
Polaroids stuck to coffee rings And last week's prayers
I button up a grin like it's winter on my chest
Say I'm fine so they won't worry So they can get some rest
Thin halo hairline scene Patched with a laughing dream
I step into the room, I play the part Holy ages with a bald heart
Forgotten smile, lost in the crowd I scream so quiet, I drown in sound
Cracked halo, scene pulled apart I fake the joy to hide the scar
Ash on the sofa, the TV swallows life Landlord knocks, says move along tonight
My jacket smells like cheap perfume and rain A laugh at jokes that only make the silence
dim and bold, paper-thin scene Halo bends where mercy's bent
I trade my anger for a practiced grin Stitch the seam with cigarette-ed skin
Forgotten smile, lost in the crowd I scream so quiet, I drown in sound
Cracked halo, scene pulled apart I fake the joy to hide the scar
Guitar wheels, let it break, let it pine I hold the halo to the light
It's all ensued by late-night truth A coin will ring, I'm hollow proof
I'll fly the halo, fix my name For mercy's it will burn the same
Neighbors close their curtains tight Footsteps fade away
I tidy up the laughing lines I wore to get through day
There's rust inside the smile I dim A scene that always shows
Like airline cracks and window panes Where all the cold wind goes
One more light, one more scene Halo bends to cigarette steam
I keep the grin where others sleep So they won't have to learn to weep
Forgotten smile, buried loud I scream soft now, I drown in sound
Cracked halo, itches the pine I wear the cries like a mother's word
Guitar solo