In silence, they mourn

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Benzene and hydrogen cyanide
The kiss that never stops
As I bathe in iodine
May this be the one who mocks

The sound of the crash course
Unlimited unknowns
Taken by the bloddy resource
Through the path of broken bones

Nothing has ever healed
If the sticks don't quit the poke
Perhaps the way to yeild
Is to hold the weight and fold

Words that never cared
How heavy was the load
Carrying dead bodies ahead
In silence, they mourn

Let the strings play my tune
Dry the skin the devils harvest
Open up that fucked up wound
And may it rot in darkness

This prejudice is real
It reminds me what is what
The little things I fear
Are my demons staring back.

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