Silverstrike - text

Movement of a finger, an idea for to release.
It’s getting close to me, it’s the silver relief.
All flashes in my eyes, present and past.
No choice for the future and I will not be the last.

I will not be the last.

Failing hour, the silverstrike.
Watching in slow-motion, pictures of life.
Riding towards me, can’t run and hide, can’t fight.

Just a moment in second and strike is complete.
Liquid and hole will be part of me.
Body-shaped lines painted on the street
Evidence all over the street.

Movement of a finger, an idea for to release.
It’s getting close to me, it’s the silver relief.
Seconds turn to ages; will I leave this all behind?
No time to say anything or wash the sins of mine.

Wash the sins of mine.

Failing hour, the silverstrike.
Watching in slow-motion, pictures of life.
Riding towards me, can’t run and hide, can’t fight.

Just a moment in second and strike is complete.
Liquid and hole will be part of me.
Body-shaped lines painted on the street
Evidence all over the street.

Silverstrike will be complete.

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