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A.f.i.


Open wounds in the palms of my hands,
Festering through infectious time.
I feel so faint as my life spills over you.
Backstep over glass as I repent.
I fear I cannot prevent myself from spilling your life all over me.
Im so sick, so sick of myself.
Mother, say youll pray for me.
Im premature in my decay.
Shards of glass swimming in my eyes.
A small voice in the back of my mind thats whispering words
I never want to hear.
I pray that you wont hesitate,
As you watch me degenerate,
To reach in my wounds and extract all of my fear.
My suffocation, asphyxiation.
Ive been choking on my own blood.

Albums

A.F.I. - Sing the Sorrow
A.F.I. -  Sing the Sorrow

- The Best of College Football Fight Songs
 -  The Best of College Football Fight Songs

A.F.I. - All Hallow's EP
A.F.I. -  All Hallow's EP

- The Art of the Bawdy Song
 -  The Art of the Bawdy Song

Junior M.A.F.I.A. - Conspiracy
Junior M.A.F.I.A. -  Conspiracy

- Simply the Best Classical Anthems
 -  Simply the Best Classical Anthems

- The Best Of Jean-Pierre Rampal
 -  The Best Of Jean-Pierre Rampal

Redhead Kingpin and the F.B.I. - A Shade of Red
Redhead Kingpin and the F.B.I. -  A Shade of Red

F - Paradise out Here
F -  Paradise out Here

Hustlers of Culture - C&S Street Jazz Presents: Give 'Em Enough Dope, Vol. 1
Hustlers of Culture -  C&S Street Jazz Presents: Give 'Em Enough Dope, Vol. 1