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birds slam into puddleswings pouring in arsenals of diseasethe stalemate of stormssays i'm sick with a curethat looks like beliefcelestial serial killers are too squeamish to killbut mercy never knew that shadow of oursintoxicated under the influence of flamesthe bottle sits unopened; it's death that drops like rainpangea is restrungand odin's breath steals usfrom our prison's poressedated in swarmsa market of fleasclaustrophobes and thievescelestial serial killers are too squeamish to killbut mercy never knew that shadow of oursintoxicated under the influence of flamesthe bottle sits unopened; it's death that drops like rainand i'm eyed by the eyes that i'm eyeing with mineam i bornthe ephemeral song of your biblical wrongsLetras de cancionescounts the strayscelestial serial killers are too squeamish to killbut mercy never knew that shadow of oursintoxicated under the influence of flamesthe bottle sits unopened; it's death that drops like rainmuch too drunk with the thinkingyou're forgetful of blinking at the sunnow it's your loss that you're lostas you cross hell's alleys where you left your crossa brain washed and friedit wrinkles and driesa derelict sage grabs at the brainand shoves it insidea heart hacked and thawedfrom the horrors it sawa pretense pretendsthere might be an endto impulsive flawsweet monuments mourn what'sensnared in every throatwe do our breathing til it gets too coldelude the air that knocks onthese psychotropic doorswe keep on building til it gets too oldsweet monuments mourn what'sensnared in every throatwe do our breathing til it gets too coldthe ruins of fallen kingdomsthey're waiting to break my fallintent upon the instinctscontent without them allthe hallway ends upon a ledgethe lights go on, cause life goes onbegin againbirds slam into puddleswings pouring in arsenals of diseasethe stalemate of stormssays i'm sick with a curethat looks like beliefcelestial serial killers are too squeamish to killbut mercy never knew that shadow of oursintoxicated under the influence of flamesthe bottle sits unopened; it's death that drops like rain From Letras Mania