| Won’t you rest your ruined head my weary child
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| This world was not for thee
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| I send you now the promised land
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| Not one breath did you heave stilly born
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| Unto this earth sleeping so soundly in my arms
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| A slug-like trail of ochre fluids where we’ve danced
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| The sun is setting now I hold a modest hand in vain
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| My lung emit a sigh
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| What fiend would take these tiny eyes and show them to the dark
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| Gods just a lie
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| Never born into this den of sin
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| That which erodes the most tender of things
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| After the eve have fallen
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| The lights are sinking low
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| Shadows would hide that life
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| In him could never grow
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| A hollow gaze peers from the cradle black
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| Imagining his shining eyes just sockets staring back
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| Witness the baptism skeletal the world would shun
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| Reject the purest form of love
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| A mother to her son
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| I proceed to nurse him
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| I could almost smile
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| I entertain the notion
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| That he did live this while
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| But he’s dead to this world
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| Carved out just like my heart
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| Soaked up and washed so lovingly
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| Cherished son unconditionally
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| In our secret world alone
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| Situation delecate crudely frowned upon
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| In our sacred love undone
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| Never born into this den of sin
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| That which erodes the most tender of things
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| After the eve has fallen
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| The lights are sinking low
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| Shadows would hide that life
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| In him could never grow
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| A hollow gaze peers from the cradle black
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| Imagining his shining eyes just sockets staring back
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| Witness the baptism skeletal the world would shun
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| Reject the purest form of love
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| A mother to her putrid rotting son |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song That Which Erodes the Most Tender of Things , by - The Black Dahlia Murder. Song from the album Deflorate, in the genre