This is not bliss
The city burns in ashes
while I laugh
I stop and realize its ALL OVER
I grabbed my bag and my guitar and headed east
far away from this places memories
There all gone
There all gone I say
Im free un-owned, unknown
This is not bliss
sadly there's no one I miss
I walk the road where the cars have tumbled
no more struggle
Hopefully, I wont encounter anyone
There's debre and clothes hanging everywhere
The bodies fade, the bodys are dead
This is not bliss
so I run away
Run away
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