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born to live a life bled dry

wrung out by the engorged

those that are paid to waste the earth have a blood line made of gold

plated in souls

the frames of shattered lives line the road cut from silk, circled by crows

the line stretches out for you

seen from your bay windows

priest prays out for you, out to your false idles,out to your island abode

the frames of shattered lives line the road cut from silk circled by crows

cut from silk circled by crows

a pain that isn't felt, a dead child grows inside

a hand that will be dealt from a deck full of lies

refuse to pay with my life

what dreams will come when we’re adrift, asleep, endlessly seeds die dry

plant a grave, wilt the earth

die cold and gray