when the world has turned
paralyzed and wrong
and cold blooded claws never offer
andything at all.
past the point of love,
shattered and untied.
waiting to pick up the pieces that make it out alright.
but pieces of what? pieces of what?
pieces of what doesn't matter anymore.
the moonlight on my floor is shining
through the roof
and they've got the city surrounded,
as if I needed proof.
I forgot my fear.
I feel it's on the rise,
buried by all of the pieces falling from the sky.
but pieces of what? pieces of what?
pieces of what we used to call home.
pieces of what we used to call home.
lay my dragon's teeth
and shallow water steel
at the belgian gates.
I'm waiting for my meal.
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when the world has turned
paralyzed and wrong
and cold blooded claws never offer
andything at all.
past the point of love,
shattered and untied.
waiting to pick up the pieces that make it out alright.
but pieces of what? pieces of what?
pieces of what doesn't matter anymore.
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