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Cauterize The Carbonite
You've got to cauterize these arms
In an earthly reap, you will find
Another fountain's eye, icing over
It was not the carbonite, to clarify where my hopes would melt or stand
And I'd avoid this night, to testify against the pillars of thick sand
And your hands are held, in warmer hands and blood these days
I tell myself I lack strength and you say I should go find my grace
Beneath our longest graves and seas
We gave birth to something fully new
To the worst of the world itself
It was not the carbonite, to clarify where my hopes would melt or stand
And I'd avoid this night, to testify against the pillars of thick sand
And your hands are held, in warmer hands and blood these days
I tell myself I lack strength and you say I should go find my grace
It wasn't mine to be found, to arise from the holy, deep, different skies
Almost there, getting somehow to the point of everlasting cries
And we intended to create a void for what's left of ourselves
Bought some pills to hide my pain and to finally end hers
It doesn't matter where or how
It's not what you're all about
You make me scream and shout
There's isn't much to talk about
In an earthly reap, you will find
Another fountain's eye, icing over
It was not the carbonite, to clarify where my hopes would melt or stand
And I'd avoid this night, to testify against the pillars of thick sand
And your hands are held, in warmer hands and blood these days
I tell myself I lack strength and you say I should go find my grace
Beneath our longest graves and seas
We gave birth to something fully new
To the worst of the world itself
It was not the carbonite, to clarify where my hopes would melt or stand
And I'd avoid this night, to testify against the pillars of thick sand
And your hands are held, in warmer hands and blood these days
I tell myself I lack strength and you say I should go find my grace
It wasn't mine to be found, to arise from the holy, deep, different skies
Almost there, getting somehow to the point of everlasting cries
And we intended to create a void for what's left of ourselves
Bought some pills to hide my pain and to finally end hers
It doesn't matter where or how
It's not what you're all about
You make me scream and shout
There's isn't much to talk about
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