Heal Me

Sick little follower scared to be seen
The anthem of hatred tells you to sing
Sick little follower chasing machines
With disgust you crown your king

Rain, devour me
Pain, enchant me
Hate, disfigure me
Fate, don't destin me

You rose from a deep cave, how would I know?
The flowers were gathering all in a row
From underneath, came a black shadow
Why did you kneel and get shallow?

The look in your eyes showed white flags in rage
Waving freely in summer air
Anger that's hiding, shatters glass
Happiness for you, is so fucking rare
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