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"pieces" .. for the wolVes
There's a taste
in betrayal
that
holds desire hostage
cleaning the clinical MonSter...
only to release
the rest of
what's left
in pieces..
for the wolves
yet
they find them foul
and
would rather go hungry
then pretend me a paradise
fit
for
flowers
in
a
pretty crematory castle
watching
and
while the wind blows
you can
hear the windows
cry in
iron 'n' ill clad
"let's promise we'd never
ever
after this time"
why is it that the ones closest to you fuck you.. friends are few foes are plenty
in betrayal
that
holds desire hostage
cleaning the clinical MonSter...
only to release
the rest of
what's left
in pieces..
for the wolves
yet
they find them foul
and
would rather go hungry
then pretend me a paradise
fit
for
flowers
in
a
pretty crematory castle
watching
and
while the wind blows
you can
hear the windows
cry in
iron 'n' ill clad
"let's promise we'd never
ever
after this time"
why is it that the ones closest to you fuck you.. friends are few foes are plenty
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