I guess He didn't make it
It seems the bullet wasn't finished with the pain
Now everything that I hold dear upon my tarnished name
Can never be again
Head down for the verdict
A wounding gavel crashing down to seal my fate
Trace the cracks of time on weather tiles that hold my gaze
Will it wash away?
Will it wash away?
All the dirt in my reflection
Closing eyes that always see that same old face
Looking back at me
Memories of August
Him and I we used to own those summer days
Killing time on old Redlines
The endless roads seemed paved
Just for our escape
You think ya got a brother
But all the years go by and shit gets in the way
Who'd of thunk a blinding night of alcohol and rage
Could ever end this way
Will it wash away?
Will it wash away?
All the dirt in my reflection
Closing eyes that always see that same old face
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