now the funeral grounds are at last AWASH
with the
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we of blood frozen so thick it cannot thaw
joints
down, start digging down your throat
another string of lies
Yeah I’m running off the rails
I’ve finally gone crazy
in between, insidious vapor shall teem
looming so loathesome
and
the language of the lie
barbed and callous tongues shall
eyes of perfect ivory
match the sweetest lengths of her
Terror by thy name burning thine bridge and heart
The
this is a reckoning,
a cliched cut of lying tongue