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Winterdreams

de Dead Calm

Sentence to suffer your sickness and greed
In the desperation of your mental masturbation
Ruining your asperity, I am now your therapy
Spitting up blood from your disease that is infecting me
You spill my blood while I cry

This was out of love? Right
These scars were out of love? Right

Look at me and tell me
That I was worth something, anything

Don't ever show your face to me
Don't ever show your face to me again
Your still opening sores that will never mend
Scarring of mind, the scarring of mind

Faith is seen lost in these eyes
Wasting the skin on my knees, open up the sky
Let my spirit fly
What the fuck did you do with all my skin still under your finger nails?
Taste the blood of innocence that was not of yours
Still you wanted more
I was powerless, I was powerless

This was out of love? Right
These scars were out of love? Right
Look at me and tell me
That I was worth something, anything

Don't ever show your face to me
Don't ever show your face to me again
You're still opening sores that will never mend
Scarring of mind, the scarring of mind
Maybe the blood you drew will warm my body
Oh God id like to see your blood on my hands
Killing you would be so sweet
Your bloods on my hands

Pure
Now I am pure
The scarring of mind
Your bloods on my hands

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