You wrote all those blood songs but you don’t even
It was hidden inside of a cabinet
But the worst was
I've fallen down these steps before like some detached observer
And
Nested in like a russian doll
Hiding in yourself when it
You know that empires never fade and
Groves keep on flowering
And
Pulsating wires
The animal
Into the forest with the map
But I can't
Cuz
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