| Conscience binds you in chains
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| Trail by stone hammer and nails
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| No-one made the holes but me Misery mourns to be devoured
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| Killed God blood soiled unclean again
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| Killed God blood soiled skin dead again
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| Again everywhere again
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| All removables, all transitory
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| All removables, passing always
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| All removables, all transitory
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| All removables, passing always
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| Never grown preserved gently
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| A bronze moth dies easily
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| Unknown to others weak to me Broken hands never ending
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| Aimless rut of my own perception
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| Numbly waiting for voices to tell me For voices to tell me All removables, all transitory
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| All removables, passing always
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| All removables, all transitory
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| All removables, passing always
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| All removables, all transitory
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| All removables, passing always |