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And I wanted to see it, the crease and the curve of the skin Four words got me in again and again again But my friend, it was the light just behind us, I knew we never could keep up The beds we make, the steps we take, are graves we fill everyday Roof top views of city buildings gathered Where the sun sets on them steals the eye Touch the streets with feet in hurried measure Our discretion means we never lie We never have to lie You stole my eyes, so you I will take You are the test of our grace Threads become lines, we cross till they break And they break from the seams to the bodies of men The illusion was ours, it was joy and it was rapture I would have settled for capture, but a lost life found my bed And all the wages of another and the secret is no longer mine Warm the body like so many others Your discretion means we never lie We never have to lie You stole my eyes, so you I will take Letras de cancionesYou are the test of our grace Threads become lines, we cross till they break and They break from the seams to the bodies of men (We will lie we will take Withered and Crushed the fire and the fate You will die for our sake We will see the world in the blood) Time says we are meant to suffer slink back to the retch I called him home I never wanted them to wither or be crushed by the weight The choice was all his own How could I have known The simple answers that hold people to the fire and their fate Wait and see for yourself it's in the blood it’s in the blood, the whole world is in the blood I'd rather tell you how I ruled the world and never stopped But this heart mine is shaking like a spinning top And as it slows all my sins have caught the last of me That reflection in the water tells a story true But it's the last thing you want staring back at you And wrinkled hands weak from plunder barely stir this away There were years where our faces stayed in front us There were moments we forgot what this really was But the death of a memory, is the death we carry We're desperate and dead set, we carry reasons in our chests We reset and forget, the songs we sing are for the blessed Don't take this personally, your quiet exit stole the show The regrets are all said Kings and kingdoms come and go From Letras Mania