They provide their nectar and then I am released. I am a
grain of sand underneath the floor and so far out of reach,
but I am safe from harm. Against this shelter they are
always hammering, against these ears they are always
deafening.
I too know an angry language. Our pain is always accurate
and striving to evade its only design. It wants to strike
you down to fall into its arms again. Blood is thicker than
water, but which one did you drink? Oh...
What I know was divided and broken down by the ignorance of
others. Spoken from their lips, but with the lungs of
another. Sounds great but tastes like blood. These rumor
sessions are assembled by us all... by us all. They are the
earth and we are the breath of life.
Your pain is always accurate and striving to evade its only
design. I want to strike you down to fall into my arms
again. Blood is thicker than water, but which one did you
drink... did you drink?
Put down that retribution. I don't need your absolution.
Yeah...
Put down that retribution. I don't need your absolution.
Put down that retribution. I don't need your absolution...
No... No... No...
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