Here is your broken
character, the one left of heaven.
Scissors cut him from the page, example,
Continue to read not to retrace the steps, touch me.
The hemorrhaging has ceased, has ceased.
And I swallow these capsules, to regain my grip.
And I swallowed myself sick. And I inherited my health.
Here is your wake and smile, that you seem to need.
The safe and the touch, and the unweave.
Right where you placed it the night before,
Saint checks in to make sure,
You're right where you say that you are,
Right where you are.
They all seemed so truthful,
They all seemed so true.
Couldn't find a better way to lie.
Scissors cut him from the page, example,
Continue to read not to retrace the steps, touch me.
The hemorrhaging has ceased, has ceased.
And I swallow these capsules, to regain my grip.
And I swallowed myself sick. And I inherited my health.
Here is your wake and smile, that you seem to need.
The safe and the touch, and the unweave.
Right where you placed it the night before,
Saint checks in to make sure,
You're right where you say that you are,
Right where you are.
They all seemed so truthful,
They all seemed so true.
Couldn't find a better way to lie.
Writer(s): Steven Matthew Holt, Brock Nicholas Lindow,
Thomas Daniel Noonan, Michael Glen Whitney
album: "A Snow Capped
Romance" (2004)
At The End Of August
The Heart And The Shape
Bloodwork
Kenai
Skin And Atmosphere
Song For The Fisherman
With Nothing Underneath
Destroy The Map
Installing The Catheter
Cure Eclipse
Waterhaul
Workhorse
Sad Lisa
At The End Of August
The Heart And The Shape
Bloodwork
Kenai
Skin And Atmosphere
Song For The Fisherman
With Nothing Underneath
Destroy The Map
Installing The Catheter
Cure Eclipse
Waterhaul
Workhorse
Sad Lisa
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