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Gathering everything in a pile

Loosely wrapped in a blanket of bile

Regurgitated life

In your smile

Scratch and claw the walls of your sin

Lonely death in the eyes of men

Bending backs break and never mend

We soak in skin

Deprive the heart

Deprive the soul

Growing cold growing old

Deprive the heart

Deprive the soul

Growing cold growing old

Wrinkles always shine in the light

Like blood in the midday sun

Can't hide all we have done

Low faces in the midst of love

Like blood in the midday sun

Can't hide what we have done

Can't hide what we have done

Open your mouth

Like snakes the tongue is sharp

Open your mouth

Strike fear in the youngest hearts

Open your mouth

Like snakes the tongue is sharp

Strike fear in the youngest hearts

Shaking hands

To nervous for judgment

Open your mouth

And the truth will come

To the top

Gather everything in a pile

Answer the question

Answer the question

Answer the question

Answer the question

Answer the question

Answer the question

Answer the question

Answer the question

What have you made better from existing

What have you made better from existing