The curtain's closed No way home The nectar of life run dry These tainted words Made to hurt Cut in me with its' knife
This morning comes a step too soon A lonely gaze, an empty room You're a far cry, a distant memory But something inside of me always knew this I'd be standing here without you As if nothing's happened
The minutes are hours, the hours are days,
I feel infected by your presence, you speak in tounges,
I smell the lies dancing on your blackened lungs,
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