whispering, she almost kissed
against her face i slowly slit
the bloody wrist of the faith
she wore and always, always, dismissed
a trampled defense
of sundays broken plans of sense
to the sound of childrens cries we dance
under this full moon we prance
into the halls of this chance
to be the ones out of worldly trance
this love, this guilt
gotta find a way out of here
my fear, this tear
gotta pull this numbness over me
we live, we die
we hunt for tears and drowned in them
i smile, you cry
i need a reason more than death to die
his face, his lie
nothing new to me to further wonder why




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