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The whole is a thought

Brewing the words

Few lines made of hope

I'm singing my bride, my girl

Her flesh is rejecting the being...

A rhythm was taking us for a dance

Swing your meat on the beat

Now melting with the ground

A tune in an arm

No rest left to go on

But I won't let you die

I would corrupt the earth, death, the sun

To keep life beating with you

The tool was breathing in our eyes

The grunge around you

I won't let your death spread around

When all life is made of you

Better to have all your pain here

Than your freedom alone outside

What would you be without me

To cover your dreams with gold

A gold that I've never earned

Your freedom devoted to myself

A privilege, a nowhere to go

Your flesh is cold for a while

A new odour defines you

Sleep, sleep deep my heart

Nowhere else to go...