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Pieces of shadowing, they left a hole where your heart should have been,
Breathless and smothering, I told you where it were, you told me that you lived here alone.

Blessed with your face in my hands,
What nearly suffers keeps alone,
Innocent when we begin,
Worked down our fear.

Why won’t you listen? What makes this feel so surreal,
And what can’t I stay away?
Roasty, roasty children,
But you will never be.

This is a miracle, my faults aside,
You take a miracle and toss it down for you,
Now wonder what you done.
Anyone can say that you’re undead by your call.

Both my feet in your hands,
Why can’t I breathe?

Why won’t you listen? What makes this feel so surreal,
And what can’t I stay away?
Roasty, roasty children,
But you will never be.

You said whatever was before,
Whatever stopped you alone,
And we’re walking when we’re wounded.

And we are wounded.

Why won’t you listen? What makes this feel so surreal,
And what can’t I stay away?
Roasty, roasty children,
But you will never be.

You said whatever was before,
Whatever stopped you alone
And you said whatever was before
Whatever stopped you alone.
Dead alone.