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| Web As I walk through the coldness You feel the savoury warmth Your sweet engine will turn my tumours into gold The world has an illness It is a disease called man Crawl into the bitter skies of youth again You deserve better You deserve more I deserve nothing Arachnid shelter Images of paralysis Melancholic abrasions melt my nerves I cherish the way you cleanse my troubled eyes Sever my memories In an abyss they freeze like my love We have reached the pinnacle of infinity too soon Now all I can trust is pain The clusters of pain feel so real Maybe one day i'll feel the heat of your sun again Slowly I suffocate Stitch up my lungs and leave me sober I'll be thinking of you whilst aching for my last breath We will gulp til we are old T.H.C brain Gold. |