it's warm and tender
but very soon it will turn cold
shadows stare down from the walls
out of the mist it's coming closer now
it never rains -
it pours on me
so let the saints set up the curtyard
the unpleasant cage
the obvious point is
I'm insane
was I aware
whom I had slain
I fear I was
the faceless
the nameless
the bush set on fire
no one ever dared to speak
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