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my hand asleep for hours waiting for the needles to begin i have no control they proceed to penetrate my skin acting as your slave i drink for amber waves i never have embraced acting as your slave i drink an open grave an epitaph defaced killing with compassion she hasn't heard a word that i have said swallowing your passion i can see a thousand miles ahead acting as your slave i drink for barricades that i have often raised acting as your slave i numb my head and rave of epitaphs defaced acting as your slave i drink while she forgave with trials left unfaced acting as your slave i stumble to her grave an epitaph defaced |
