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    "Broken"genre: Metalcore
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    CD: Demo 2002
    Credits: Recorded at Big Blue Meenie, Engineered by Joe Padulla, Produced by Sal Villanueva, Mixed and Mastered by Tim Gilles, Shai Hulud - Backing Vocals

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    Breathe me in like air. Innocent. My fingers bleed. Ive been writing too much. Ive prevented these words from searing my battered throat. And I cant fucking speak so I sketch your face. Each line was a cry. Each curve bore blindness. Prevent my arms from failing.
    Limitless expressions: to your face I cant conform. But please give my hands the chance that I wouldnt have. It was the first time that our words kissed but our lips didnt even touch. Skin touched skin. The first time in my life that I existed. And each time that we breathe, were reborn.
    WERE REBORN EACH TIME WE BREATHE.
    These nights were once sharing strength but now they lose ground. A short-lived grace.

    Addressed to your tongue:
    I taste your ways with a pen in my mouth.
    Signed,
    I taste your ways.

    And in a matter of time my life went from white to black. Incriminating texture. Where the fuck did you go? What happened to “us?” With this retouching paint, I use a brush to apply to your canvas. This was once a beautiful painting.
    Each lasting memory will control each word I write. I used to think that my hands could dance. I only needed to hold myself up. You were never a crutch anyway; as you tore me away like these fringed paper ends.
    Each lasting memory controls each word I write. I used to think that my hands could dance, but now I see my hands have been broken for quite some time. BROKEN.

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