bound by the chaos that i have created...stamped on my body, typed on my heart
this is not silence, this is rust and cognac
will i ever come out, aged and bleeding where i have not yet been touched
it surprises you that i cannot scream
with my mouth open, gold on my fingers...they are long. they are thin, they point to where we will not go
this is not silence, this is rust and cognac
will i ever come out, aged and bleeding where i have not yet been touched
it surprises you that i cannot scream
with my mouth open, gold on my fingers...they are long. they are thin, they point to where we will not go
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what has been learned can be unlearned
silence is an unborn cry