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Come winter with thine, this angry howl hide in my mist Hear the wailing cry, the sound of dying  as the horn begins to blow I await the end for I am never safe To walk this earth next to cold, black hearts i want to reach right in and pull them apart lay out the table, sharpen the nails.  smear the cheek this, your trophy lay out the table sharpen the nails

Come winter with thine, this angry howl

hide in my mist

Hear the wailing cry, the sound of dying 

as the horn begins to blow

I await the end

for I am never safe

To walk this earth next to cold, black hearts

i want to reach right in and pull them apart

lay out the table, sharpen the nails. 

smear the cheek

this, your trophy

lay out the table

sharpen the nails

1 month ago on January 22, 2012 at 12:08pm
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