| Beaks of twisted coal pour out
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| From it’s twitching eyes
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| Permeate each aching hole
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| To feast upon the night
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| My bed of needles holds the pillow
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| Casket for my skull
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| Emaciated hollow screeching
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| For my rabid heart to swallow
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| Sever the hope that already fades
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| Perish the thought of leaving this place
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| Coils of seeing veins that have long burrowed through
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| Blood soaked skin beckons the call
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| I want to dance with them all
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| I feel you crawl under my skin, your touch so familiar, it kills me Inside,
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| burns me alive buried me deep underground
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| I feel you crawl under my skin, like you’ve been here before, I Know this place
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| there’s nowhere to hide, the pain it grows Deeper inside
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| I see death as a comma
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| And not a full stop
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| So I’ll see you in her my old friend
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| By my hand you shall rot
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| The sonnet of singing bones is entirely smothered with guilt
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| This thirst can’t stay un-quenched
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| All that you love shall fucking wilt
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| Withered ropes entangle me between the rotting trees
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| Old and twisted willow bulging blood and misery
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| Sever the hope that already fades
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| Perish the thought of leaving this place
|
| Coils of seeing veins that have long burrowed through
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| Blood soaked skin beckons the call
|
| I want to dance with them all
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| I feel you crawl under my skin, your touch so familiar, it kills me inside,
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| burns me alive buried me deep underground
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| I feel you crawl under my skin, like you’ve been here before, I Know this place,
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| there’s nowhere to hide, the pain it grows deeper inside |