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I offer myself to you I am a broken thing A cardinal with severed wings A dim morning to hide my face Though I am a sunderer Guised in maternal grace Heir to a crippled crown My little elysium God how ive let you down Let me fall through the ground where you fell back to you We burn like centralia Lost in the ash below Hoping to find a home So far may you run from me Cities with living leaves a fire to fear beneath Let me fall Through the ground Where you fell Back to you Back to you From Letras Mania