deep inside of me
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like castle spires
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tasting raw earth as they bleed into me
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at this darkest hour I will join
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the dogs an industrial cemetery is my only offering
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smell the dogs and bathe their feet
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in the light they shall retreat
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but the sorrows they have seen
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must incite you to believe
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tasting our scorn they turn away
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from those ruins of our decay
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but the sorrows they have seen
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must incite you to believe
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holding them so close to me
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to cradle them in the softest breeze
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amidst shadowed forest greens
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now plowed away to starve their dreams
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crawling now on wounded limbs
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over colorless stone
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and stained glass debris
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at this the darkest hour
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i have joined the dogs
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a smothered howl can hear my only offering
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smell the dogs and bathe their feet
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in the light they shall retreat
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but the sorrows they have seen
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must incite you to believe
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tasting our scorn they turn away
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from those ruins of our decay
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but the sorrows they have seen
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must incite you to believe
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Suffer The Wild Dogs
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Autumn (Rock) |