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To show the map of all that you love

No one has accessed the things you scrubbed

Chant it without trust

Head on

Throated what you say

Cut out things you say

Choking without reservation voice like a hull

Fists bulge with the bonds you break

Withered to smoke felt the brackish weight

Raw hands with no grasp to take

Grin that wont revoke, spells spoke

Paint their tongues with clay

Cut out things you'd say

Choking without reservation voice like a hull

So long's what they call your face

Withered to smoke, hope to find your grave

It takes more than two to understand

You cant flip a future with demands

You let 13 candles burn your hands

Hear grinning faces alone in

Your room's mood turns unsightly hues

Fear cranks, gumshoe spectral blues

It takes more than two to understand

You cant hold our suffering in your plans

A slick new communion, leech in hand

It takes more than two to soak with

The dunes bruise, sing ungodly tunes

Neck deep calling you unholy

You opened your fretful arms, repayed with nothing

Condemned and forgone

Upset with the social harm, slow wrecked resenting

Laughed yourself warm