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Nature red in tooth and clawI haven't seemed to keep my powder dryI always seem to hear it in your laughterThe second that I fell in lovewith the handle of your revolverI always seem to hear it in your laughterI begged to you a second chancea dried white rose from BethlehemI always seem to hear it in your laughterAm I the valency that you deny?In the time of the sixth sunwe are cattle to the prodand I burn this dictionarybecause its my dyslexiconWhen I collapse and bury all the things unconsciously I hearcackling in chloroform this spectre will ensnareI always seem to hear it in your laughterA braided strand from children's manesacquired with impunityI always seem to hear it in your laughterLetras de cancionesThe things you say to meare deaf in tongueI always seem to hear it in your laughterAm I the valency that you deny?In the time of the sixth sunwe are cattle to the prodand I burn this dictionarybecause its my dyslexiconYou've never tasted heavenstood the mother filled with griefin the wake of monday mourningfinds the seventh dayIf fate is your endearmentthrough pistil and through stemin the wake of monday mourningfinds the seventh dayAnd on the seventh dayyou will come to findmy prism is not colorblindin death's mosaic spiritfinds the seventh dayThat's why I repentthat's why I go underthat's why I repent for the nightIn the time of the sixth sunwe are cattle to the prodand I burn this dictionarybecause its my dyslexicon From Letras Mania