I am the circus of pain, swimming in the undertow...
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sinking helpless on the tree of woe...
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the engines rev, ignitied teeth and eyes
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and hue of silver... ignitie these fires,
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burn my fingers to the bone
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A breathing water shall then crucify my soul,
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(why don't you turn me in....)
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I'm driving in the wasteland of your councious sigh...
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tasting my heart for the last time
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In the wishing hour,
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all has come to pass you by...
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in silent cries for mercy...
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I knew the verdict as it lay down hard...
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I knew it well, (and it's coming)
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The vultures dive, ignite,
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a part of this love's discord,
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in lines in Adonai's deep,
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and everything I know is this cold...
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I pull the eyes from the living bird,
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to let this poison roll down,
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all for the sinking and the seething (never know)....
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This breathing water shall then crucify my soul,
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why don't you take it back...
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I'm tasting this heart my life for the last time...
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Circus of this hate...
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swimming in your undertow...
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Sinking helpless on the tree of woe...
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and I'm tasting...
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and I'm tasting...
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and I'm tasting this heart
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for the last time...
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The Wishing Hour
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| Ashengrace |
