| Under the weight of a sleepless night, when all is silent
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| And all is dark, with no god to serve as suspect or scapegoat
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| I murmur murderous curses for a world that revels in its capacity to be brutal
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| The cruelest among us eat best, the sharpest teeth pull the most meat from the
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| bone
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| The ghosts of moonlit lanes know my name. |
| I’ve stalked
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| Them all before
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| Idle in stolen moments, hiding from the worlds hungry
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| Claws
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| In a blue moons full moon, in the splendor and rush
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| Beset by regret, let love gather dust
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| The savagery of revelry has left me pulled apart
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| Calling upon the siren songs to haunt a hardened heart
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| All the pretty sutures, bleeding fleeting futures
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| Through the curse and the mercy of wanderlust stupors
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| It all comes crashing down, like the heavens, like the waves
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| The muses have only proven that all beauty fades
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| Upon a bed of roses, upon a bed of nails
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| I’ve lost all of my loved ones to graves and betrayals
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| It seems to be, on nights like these, we’ve made a hell of earth,
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| the very damnation we deserve
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| This is when we sit beside the graves we’ve dug |