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The hands move slowly,
reminding me...

Sometimes you think your falling,
To where the departed go...

When god made you,
The angels cried...

He picks up his pen,
And scraps it across the paper...

Down below this hollow earth, below the lies and...
Below the promises that just had to break. Below...

I have a family I can depend on
And a man that lights my fire...

She looks in the mirror,
Doesn't like what she sees...

Big bug,
Small bug...

The smell of flowers linger,
In this saddened place...

The sunsets down and meets the sea,
There sits you and there sits me...

The chains are tight around my wrists,
As the blood begins to fall...