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Nails pressed through beggars hands.
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Nails pressed through beggars hands.
Romanticised descent, frozen-rose tinted lens and I can’t pretend.
Our ties so strong they would never break.
Scorned by the blaze of death, to drift is to stumble, to stumble is to fall.
All I want is rest, take away my breath.
Missing pieces forming tapestries of a slumbering world.
I’ve got no heroes anymore.
Hold your breath for spirits to bring you to life.
Chains of my despair drag the weight through my lungs.