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Şarkı Sözleri I scratch your name across these walls And with my blood turns red That drips upon my killing floor Where I now call my bed. No precious light to harbor Like so many here before, With every drop of life you take Now breathes a thousand more With another bag of bricks Temper filled with blindness Leads this lost and lonely man Dragged around your whipping tree A scourge you can`t command So deafen me with silence Drown me with your roar Scowl me with your hollow eyes Still burnin` to the core No door will go unanswerd Like so many closed before No vagabond to knock upon This tired and beatin` war