Walking through the doorway
Into the sounds of dissension again
A broken bottle carpet
Leads the way to her rage
She strikes the first blow
I feel the blood trickle then flow
I ball an open fist and I'm ready to go
When we're finally done
And we sink into our bones there on the floor
And we hide from ourselves
In our home we're alone
And we cease to exist
In this hell that we call bliss
And we know in our minds
There's no better home that we'd wanna find
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Postal Modern - Domestic Abuse Lyrics
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Walking through the doorway
Into the sounds of dissension again
A broken bottle carpet
Leads the way to her rage
She strikes the first blow
I feel the blood trickle then flow
I ball an open fist and I'm ready to go
When we're finally done
And we sink into our bones there on the floor
And we hide from ourselves
In our home we're alone
And we cease to exist
In this hell that we call bliss
And we know in our minds
There's no better home that we'd wanna find
Into the sounds of dissension again
A broken bottle carpet
Leads the way to her rage
She strikes the first blow
I feel the blood trickle then flow
I ball an open fist and I'm ready to go
When we're finally done
And we sink into our bones there on the floor
And we hide from ourselves
In our home we're alone
And we cease to exist
In this hell that we call bliss
And we know in our minds
There's no better home that we'd wanna find
Writer: Joshua Skinner
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