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Crisis - Wretched lyrics
I'm so cold. nothing on the inside. so burn me so cold. no one to hold. so burn this body I'm not feeling anymore. chilling, now I'm turning to stone. so burn this wretched body angel ambrace this disheveled wretch. I am the thief who hides the light beneath the filth of burning fingers smothered under not quite drowning reaching over, not quite living this is the gravedigger who throws his own body beneath the shit you tread carry me there, regret the life tarry onward running away calloused these ribs hold no more than hollowness - a hole dug as my grave, though I'm buried insode my head. already dead to your touch, to your light. your eyes march forward with condemnation... feel this solitude burn with me. |
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