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Thrown through a window, naked they had to fall |
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Easy prey for knives to seize, screaming and applauding |
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Tongues tasting the odour, the eyes anaesthetized, witness |
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Barely motivating forward, the question to this dismayed answer |
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Bones that fathoming immensely, while crushing on the pavement |
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Aghast they gazed amongst us, not willing to answer at all |
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Chained and adhered by faith, scripted words to be obeyed |
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A trail of bloodied feathers left, resolving the knives quest |
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Machines spawning heavenly music, silently they stop smiling |
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Throw back your steaming laughter, and close that window forever |
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We cannot find the answer to this all, clouded our visions are |
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The blood mirrors many questions, unable to reveal the answer |
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Heavy the weight, carrying the soulless, holes to be emptied |
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Stabbing on and on, amusing the heartless, follow the blade |
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Stripped naked, winter welcomes them with a warm surface, questioning |
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The years have taken the young and the old, knives never asleep |
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Stop this madness from taking my sanity, the window is nearby |
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I see them coming on the stairway, the knives welcoming their bearing |