Running past my mind
It's as just left as mine
Needles deep, tear my thoughts
Buried in a vine
Wicked in the wrong
Covered in dreams
Sleep deaf, my eyes
Covered screams
Voices all around
Rust breaths gripped inside
Running past my mind
It's as just left as mine
Needles deep, tear my thoughts
Buried in a vine
Wicked in the wrong
Covered in dreams
Sleep deaf, my eyes
Covered screams
Voices all around
Rust breaths gripped inside
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