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A Glimpse at the Truth
I like the colors out here
Weed flowers shine a little brighter
And the moon that haunts us with what it’s seen us do
Hides a little higher
I creep out to watch you
Moving careful across the wooden path
And I wait to see what you’ve been keeping from me
I am the one you spend your days with
Your jester and shredded skin princess
Like a car driven into a lake
I wait for you to remember what you’ve left with me
You and your days are all numbered
But mine are spent counting and frustered
I like the heat from the stones
That I wait for you beneath
You walk over us, take a second to smile at the moon
The one you hide from is me
Abyssus abyssum invocat
The damned
Sleep quiet
And weep
Weed flowers shine a little brighter
And the moon that haunts us with what it’s seen us do
Hides a little higher
I creep out to watch you
Moving careful across the wooden path
And I wait to see what you’ve been keeping from me
I am the one you spend your days with
Your jester and shredded skin princess
Like a car driven into a lake
I wait for you to remember what you’ve left with me
You and your days are all numbered
But mine are spent counting and frustered
I like the heat from the stones
That I wait for you beneath
You walk over us, take a second to smile at the moon
The one you hide from is me
Abyssus abyssum invocat
The damned
Sleep quiet
And weep
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