Erasure (Brazil)

it’s a story about a street named "Decision�? lays open the skin with its painful incision erasure it’s time to rest erase your complicated mess a sharp dressed narcotic that drips dark red keeps you smiling when you say it’s ok it’s breaking me with breathtaking ease erasure rub me out erase your panic anxiety truth be told I never liked her around but she kept coming around between us I can hear you pioneer you whisper near you fire and virtue got to keep a light burning all day whatever happened to old-fashioned face value straight talking went out with June brides and fashion queens it’s a story about a street named "Decision�? lays open the skin with its painful incision your words are guns and they are loaded