Hmm throat-taker
Hmmm throat
Hmmm throat-taker
Hmm forget
Well like a story of the air
To which you weaken with despair
In this fear-feud blood with food-wine
For which I'm fed
This place you hide
I recognize
And thank you Ill be alive
I am the person
Of most despise
When I start to feel alive
I dream of something I can never have again
This twisted tortured lie
That I waste on you in vain
Just one more crooked lie
I crawl and begin to rectify
Within the mass and crumbling stench
Hatred hates-
Here is quenched
Hmmm throat
Hmmm throat-taker
Hmm forget
Well like a story of the air
To which you weaken with despair
In this fear-feud blood with food-wine
For which I'm fed
This place you hide
I recognize
And thank you Ill be alive
I am the person
Of most despise
When I start to feel alive
I dream of something I can never have again
This twisted tortured lie
That I waste on you in vain
Just one more crooked lie
I crawl and begin to rectify
Within the mass and crumbling stench
Hatred hates-
Here is quenched
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