Lying wide-awake for hours,
My hands are clean but my mind is lush
With thoughts that on their own would make
The Devil blush.
What's that on the tip of your tongue?
It's forked and rotting, black and on your teeth.
Your smile says there's nothing to fear,
But have a look in the mirror, what do you see?
Chop me into little pieces,
Take me wherever you go,
Keep bits of me in your pockets to leave
In the cities I've known.
So you know, since you’ve been dead my eyes haven’t even opened.
I fell so low that I couldn’t even think of you.
Anyday, I expect to feel the coldness of your blade.
Fallen snow, bloodlines shown.
Here we go, once again I’ve given more than I could spare to
I don't know if I have the heart to tell you:
I'm just bones, some old bones in here,
I used to have some blood.
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