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These emotions drip and they slowly fill my lungs with blood
Can you help me drown in myself, before you bury me in smoke
beneath twigs and broken branches, deep in the slippery mud?
These thorns on my crown punctures my skin like thick, dull needles
Can you coil up beside me and whisper the words that I crave,
those sweet little nothings that delivers me from evil?
These emotions drip and they slowly fill my lungs with blood
Can you help me drown in myself, before you bury me in smoke
beneath twigs and broken branches, deep in the slippery mud?
These thorns on my crown punctures my skin like thick, dull needles
Can you coil up beside me and whisper the words that I crave,
those sweet little nothings that delivers me from evil?