6 March 2008
We like so much, the pain
We're spoiling at the knife
Pretend that the picture is perfect
I cut myself to sleep
I close my eyes for a second
And meet the friendly soul
I scream to why I'm lonely
Keep you in the dark
You know they all pretend
Keep you in the dark
And so it all began
Send in your skeletons
Sing as their bones come marching in...again
They need you buried deep
The secre
Laid to the river
Midsummer, I waved
A "V" of black swans
On with hope to the grave
And though Red September
With skies fire-paved
I begged you appear
Like a thorn for the holy ones
Cold was
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