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A subtle touch can sometimes serve you better then grasping the thorns.
Affliction can be an addiction thats itchin but not worth the scratch. Pour yourself a glass. Take the sip but dont bite the lip. You've been awarded a 25th hour to dream and make up something worth believing. So pull your eyes back and take a sleep. The night can creep. Leave it to me to climb through the window without a stagger or a sound. Eyes fixed like a sniper. No rather the piper pulling the prey to the breathless. But you got lungs pulled back into your chest. Your heart is doing the speaking. Rather its shrieking. Let me lay close hair stuck to my brim. God you look so grim. Your half dead buried in oxygen. I'll run my hand towards your neck. Something you got from the start, a life, wont save you from my black heart. Would you still love me if I made you free? If it meant killing the banshee.
Affliction can be an addiction thats itchin but not worth the scratch. Pour yourself a glass. Take the sip but dont bite the lip. You've been awarded a 25th hour to dream and make up something worth believing. So pull your eyes back and take a sleep. The night can creep. Leave it to me to climb through the window without a stagger or a sound. Eyes fixed like a sniper. No rather the piper pulling the prey to the breathless. But you got lungs pulled back into your chest. Your heart is doing the speaking. Rather its shrieking. Let me lay close hair stuck to my brim. God you look so grim. Your half dead buried in oxygen. I'll run my hand towards your neck. Something you got from the start, a life, wont save you from my black heart. Would you still love me if I made you free? If it meant killing the banshee.