At the table sits the coffee cups/the cold rushing in/though warm outside the winds have shifted destination/from light to heavy/like the hearts of lovers/who lost that love as quick as they found it/this is all going downhill/forgive us this hatred, an uncontainable fire/but I can¡¯t wait till the cut runs deeper/my knuckles crushing, the conflict has died/back to reality/their attentions have turned/back to reality/to the blood red eyes/set back in my skull/jaws open wide/go devour the little children/this voice doesn¡¯t sound much like mine/condemned we are walking farther into nowhere/just set back the clock/when hope was still there/forgive us these actions, an uncontrollable fire
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| While I Breathe, I Hope |
