Stapled tongues,words are absent and unwanted what to say? Of discovery of treason, folded in shapes strange, every corner that's unfolded builds a chain linking it all down Weighing us all down, till we've lost our grip! Temperance, filled with wickedness
Saying, all your prayers but what gods do you hold? We're all sinners, this place: Crucify everyone! Than let your god show his face.
I played my odds against 1000 raised, up the blade to shave the skin from throat turn, stained wood corner, see her wander, she stairs at the wall!
You, burned the light that gave me ember your, glove shall be removed revealing, red handed blame!
Cut it at the wrist! That way they'll never see. I can't get the blood off of me
Stains - Water burns but marks unmoving Stains - now the stale blood mixes with fresh crimson
Stifled yet rigid tones, make for a hateful wrath born from a sharpened stone, moved against softened mass
Dripping! Steady pour, Anne is watching over Amanda's every stroke writing it all down. Making art like finger paints! Walls become the canvas for the hieroglyphics documenting
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