Suck on my own iron blood
Of every wound who stood
Source of every young-Soul kind
I was never said that I'm hopeless
Can we stop this childish wishes?
An accident who revealed my lost of dumbass
Nothing to shape some trauma cases wild
They were rose the impossible aid
And some dinner meal at the end
Nigh to burnt the scab from evidence
Eternal way to peer their distance
Xylophone were funed hoarse
Could we shoot the fate to silence?
Undo the grief and then take some revenge
Some tick of clock would be infinite
Embrace the most grandeur intimate
More expensive fatigue
Especially for inside here, of me
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