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THE THUNDER

As I pick at the stitches that hold back remains
I have never felt more at home than inside the grave
You saw my withered heart and painted it black
Tattooed with the ink of tragic poetry toe tags

Will you sit upon my tomb
Like the carrion you are?

Spin me in your web again
Bound with broken hearts that die within
We�re all dead inside
Tasting the venom, so sweet but grim
I loathe myself for loving you
The storm in the thunder

I have swallowed your bullshit and lived for your lies
The knife in the back and possibilities behind
You told me you loved me like the devil unchained
So I kept you within the dose corrupting my veins

Spin me in your web again
Bound with broken hearts that die within
We�re all dead inside
Tasting the venom, so sweet but grim
I loathe myself for loving you
The storm in the thunder

The thunder...

I can�t see the end of the road
For all the tombstones in my way
Splintered in the dead of night
Nothing can bring me to life

The stars reflect the misery of all of our scars
Will you sit upon my tomb like the carrion you are?
The stars reflect the misery of all of our scars
Will you sit upon my tomb like the carrion you are?

Spin me in your web again
Bound with broken hearts that die within
We�re all dead inside
Tasting the venom, so sweet but grim
I loathe myself for loving you
The storm in the thunder

The thunder...

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(c) 2017 Frank Green