All I am fiction incarnate, anchored songs from a womb
Black is the shade of my curtain, draped on the
All I'd want from God, is kiss His red hand
Look
I fucking loved you, but never said a word to
Did we settle this with riffs and words that meant
Theyre swarming, theyre swarming like Valkyries on Valhalla. Theyre swarming,
As much as it hurts to taint this stereo with
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