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Yeah, well, this goes out to them, you know who you are.
Yeah, well, this goes out to them, you know who you are.
Loosen the grip of these spectral hands.
Just a box of broken toys stained from the rat poison.
Clouds of misery, there’s something in the air, These scars are shallow, Dip your hands into the well to see through this pain.
Every moment touches all of time.
You look like you’re dying.
Like a last breath, smothered by the wind.
When you come to me, I see you wanting heat.
Our blood oils the machine, we’re going to watch it burn.