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You already broke my hand that reached out in hopes of getting help from you.
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You already broke my hand that reached out in hopes of getting help from you.
Misery is a delicate lace, silence as it covers my face.
In the neon glow, I open my scars.
To birth and release the darkness within.
Så tenn et lys for Kvelertak.
Broke the silence, paid my toll.
I am the wind, who whispers what could have been.
Memories dissident when I am holding you.