I`m sick of feeling All this empty space around Echoes of a gentle memory Make no sound A merciless wind is knocking At my door As a fetus I lay naked On the floor All her black feathers are falling
No more time to follow Think of all my sorrow Take it all please Take it all away
Cuts you made of my soul Don’t weep no more Drops of wet pulse on my temples To the core And your scent is poison
No more time to follow Think of all my sorrow Take it all please Take it all away
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