you arms that take
your arms invertebrate
venomous,constricting and cold
blood w
i stand alone
i chose this path for me
and though your
as strong as any weapon as sharp as any blade
a
i check my hand, it's shredded and bleeding
from holding broken
the past is never, so far they won't still come
kill yourself all by yourself
your eyes cried dry and you've
Rotting, the dead are rising
The living hiding, and running for
I'm begging you to kill, to free, to be, to
shelter i crave...shatter this mirror and the creatures there, cutting
They may not be my friends but they are my
No one gets out alive
But I won't be the last
Cant get my head above the ground
cant take the heat
cant
All the shadows, all the time, call me to them,
Out
So keep the home fires burning
And I'll stoke this fire
Ive got head full of bad ideas
ive got a pocket
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