Donations form the throat, chosen words to be spoken Acts of sacrifice being told, only working for the broken Don't stand with hopes of success, things like that will leave a man cold The tickling sense of death, only to be controlled
Left gasping sudden panic, this pain shall go by quick Standing there left stranded, forced to except it
Words meant for the cold Safe world beginning to unfold Death through eyes expressed Left for the breathless
What else is there to expect How else is there a way, to rip the words from ones neck What else is there to expect How else is there a way, to rip the words from ones neck Rip them
Rip their words from their bodies Make them regret every word
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