Once led astray. It shatters like fine china on the kitchen floor this great loss left unspoken an era that's gone heard of no more. Lost, leading each on, blinders on, always reeling, joke, just can't see why, we puke, instead of laughing.
I know the chrysalis mind, to shelter me from outside, to watch wings grow and dry, then torn up and left behind to die.
The hardening of the heart for the what the world has in store, it's hard to find what matters when all men are pigs and all women whores. Lies, aren't words to live, by even if they comfort. Things don't last forever, some not even a lifetime.
I know the chrysalis mind, to shelter me from outside, to watch wings grow and dry, then torn up and left behind to die.
The broken cold to the bone, the fine art of being alone, now come the pitchfork casting stones the wound scars and you grow. The broken cold to the bone, the fine art of being alone, now come the pitchfork casting stones the wound scars and you grow.
I know the chrysalis mind, to shelter me from outside, to watch wings grow and dry, then torn up and left behind to die.
The broken cold to the bone, the fine art of being alone, now come the pitchfork casting stones the wound scars and you grow. The broken cold to the bone, the fine art of being alone, now come the pitchfork casting stones the wound scars and you grow.
This makes us grow this makes us grow this makes us grow. Pitchfork delirium, pitchfork delirium, pitchfork delirium, pitchfork delirium.
Makes me sick but it could be worse, each choice made seperates us.
Makes me sick but it could be worse, each choice made seperates us. At least I am not you, at least you're not me.

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