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To hold things sacred

In this life

Is like pressing your throat

Against a knife

And the person behind it

Lets you be the judge

Of how much pressure

You apply to it

Some get the dull.

To feel every last drop

Leaving your soul

And the man last

Holding the knife

Letting you think you had

Control of your life

Some quick and painless

Leaving you and your time

You're left nameless

Oh won't you lean on me

I'll give you heaven.

I'll give you sleep

There's no shame in dying time

Every last beat of your

Heart becomes my name

I feel your pulse

Behind my blade

Every last beat of your

Heart becomes my name

As I gaze into your mute eyes

My jaws open wide. Breathing

Everything you had inside

Starvation