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Muddweller |
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I make myself a bed of angel's wings and crawl inside to warm my face and reptile skin. |
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Crippled and limping at the torture of a thousand blades. |
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My reign below the surface sheltered in the shade of all my sins. |
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I denied catharsia at every turn, and these hateful wounds just will not scab. |
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When will my heart find peace, put my soul at ease, these cuts never heal. |
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When will I get to be freed from this waking nightmare, irony as I no longer dream. |
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I look to the sky for the answers I was promised and once again I stand denied. |
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I beg for my nightfall, oh when is it my turn to sleep among the dead, |
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Put my soul at ease, shed this battered corpse, feel the light they see. |
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I run these claws along my broken skin. I feel the fading warmth of the blood once found within. |
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Agony. One more sun but I do not rise, another day I choose to sleep. |
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I keep the minutes carved in my side but even now I do not weep. |
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How I long to feel just anything, my eyes adjust again to see. |
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My own prison built in self defense, now it protects my love from me. |
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How much further can you fall from hell? |
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The leather wings unfold as destiny is told, and so sets the sun. |
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It cracks and falls away, the soul loses its weight and shadows replace the blood. |
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Lay in the dark, lay in the mud watching the sky, lay in the cold, |
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Lay in the street as the rain sings us to sleep. |
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Lay in the cold. |