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Run from the army of stichlings

Sewn by the hands of old

Ghostly melodies flaunt

Themselves

Dust and dawn will collide

Not knowing one from another

Shave us down to the bone

As darkness falls and another

War is won, look to home

Beautiful time eating towers

Lay under sober skies

Shreds of their drawn on skin

Lay under sober skies

Not knowing one from another

Shave us down to the bone

As darkness falls and another

War is won, look to home

Rip the seams

Open

Drain his dreams

Dry

25th

Hour

Lets there be light