Bleeding Ink 1,383

I could shake

I could rattle these chains

I could tell you

Everything

Is about to change

I shaved my face

I cut my hair

I swore I wouldn’t walk over there

—-

Cut to the grave

No angels

Out here

In the battlefield

And the poets

Say we’re standing tall

Remember when we knew it all

—–

I could shake

I could rattle these chains

I could —

Or we could—

Run all night

Try to remember

How we—

What if we could…

—-

Shake

Rattle these chains

Talk about the change

In angels we believe

Cut to our knees in the grave

Poets say we’re standing tall

We could

What if we could

We could

What if we could

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