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I'll choke on the dirt of the grave, that we built upon the mountain side
And I'll drown in the blood of the sheep and the sheppard that we tried to hide
And you'll cease to exist in my sinking heart.
You won't drown any quicker, the deeper you swim, on this rotting earth

Good hopes and rusty razors, our collections run deep
We glue together these broken lies, with the blood that we keep
Under our beds, under our beds for the horrors to feast.
You'll weep into your pillow when you realise what you did.

You sing a lot but...
You're still out of tune.

Crowds came to see blood
Play the act, let's not disappoint
Pluck out your own eyes
Twist them in towards yourself
Play dead
It will all blow over in the end
Excused from no sins
Pulling every possible pin

I'll embrace you as you stitch your story into my heart and my soul

And after all is said and done, you'll be the only one left
With the fruits of your labours crushing the ribs on your heavy chest, your heavy chest.

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