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Put our children in this ground, You were in the kitchen while I sat and watched them drown. Put the killing in this sound, So I could have it handy, 'case those devils come around again. Cut the poison into thirds, Held it to our lips and drank to chat with the absurd, There's a kind of song I heard, I think that I could sing it if I knew just how the words begin. Thought I was a violent flame, The longer that I stare I think that flame looks pretty tame. So if this is really just a game, I'm going to need a hand now, 'cause the pieces aren't the same this time. Now it's going to take a miracle I buried time inside your breast. I had to, it felt like it was kicking in my chest.. I put a lie inside each breath. I've been sleeping all these years now, but I never really seem to rest. Now it's going to take a miracle. From Letras Mania