I Died Twenty Times In 1986

<br>where were the angels when my sunshine was shattered? how did it feel to touch my <br>skin? eight years and innocent,, how did it feel to touch my skin?your hands buried <br>buried my tongue in the deepest grave , flowers were fading on gods brightest day . <br>i was sucha cute kid but now i hope youve spent these days practicing death. where <br>were the angels when screams died wishing that my throat was the size of forgiveness? i was his sin. i hope that youve spent these days practicing death. i close my eyes and you melt away....let`s restart this fucking war.