Don't you pretend that I'm not alive
My bones never ache unless she's near by
Where is your face in a safe of dead tongues?
I can see your reflection in your totem firstborn
I suspect you've been carrying a pack of wolves, a pack of wolves, oh
I regret not killing you while I had the chance
I know I had the chance, I know I had the
Maybe I will always haunt you
Mark the somnolence with truth
Better hang your dead palace
Than have a living home to lose
In the river Ganges, God damns my name
Don't let these hands sharpen your eyes
A rasp of tails
Don't let these hands sharpen your eyes
A rasp of tails
Don't let these hands sharpen your eyes
A rasp of tails
Don't let these hands sharpen your eyes
A rasp of tails
Don't let these hands sharpen your eyes
A rasp of tails
Don't let these hands sharpen your eyes
A rasp of tails
Don't let these hands sharpen your eyes
A rasp of tails
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