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I found her in the bath, sleep crawling all over her. Lucid like the water she washed and drowned in. And there should be colors like red and black at times like those, But she was as white as a pillAnd are you alive? Are you alive?All these doors are locked and we're inside.If I could see and if the room would stop movingI'd know what to do. I'd know what to do.Chasing me with fire and pitchforks Paper machines and hang me harmedChasing me with fire and pitchforksA paper-chain to hang me fromI washed her down the plug hole, but that made it knows that it's realI washed her again and again and layer after layer, but still she wouldn't healSoap on capillaries, soap on bloodcells; slips and tremblesAnd I'm holding onto the floorAnd are you alive? Are you alive?All these doors are locked and we're inside.If I could see and if the room would stop movingI'd know what to do. I'd know what to do.Chasing me with fire and pitchforks Paper machines and hang me harmedChasing me with fire and pitchforksA paper-chain to hang me from From Letras Mania