my hand asleep for hours
waiting for the needles to begin
i have no control
they proceed to penetrate my skin
acting as your slave i drink for amber waves
i never have embraced
acting as your slave i drink an open grave
an epitaph defaced
killing with compassion
she hasn't heard a word that i have said
swallowing your passion
i can see a thousand miles ahead
acting as your slave i drink for barricades
that i have often raised
acting as your slave i numb my head and rave
of epitaphs defaced
acting as your slave i drink while she forgave
with trials left unfaced
acting as your slave i stumble to her grave
an epitaph defaced
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