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If They Ask Tell Them We're Dead
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Weak Ends
Weekends anon Blood light in rite She sees what I fight Her son, god of light it's all of what I On hold put aside
Exhume the unsound As stapled in veils I forget the decent I forget how it ends The warmth of embrace The smell and the taste
Because all I ever wanted was to hibernate these days
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Like vermin I thrive On your lancet I'll die As rendered in haze We all fade without grace Because of the warmth of embrace The remains of what stays
And all I ever wanted was to hibernate these days
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