You keep my eyes stained
You’re the cold of the mire
You’ve come to whisper again
The discontent
And I must pay my debt
You’re the night of my home
You’ve come to whisper again
The weightless frequency of fever
I wait for falling snow
You wait for me to go away
Aspired for more than just direction
The light which I bleed
But surrendered well for all to see
The light which I bleed
I have a broken armour
For all my future battles
I’ve come to pay you again
The worthless currency of being
Aspired for more than just direction
The light which I bleed
But surrendered well for all to see
The light which I bleed
Aspired for more than just direction
The light which I bleed
But surrendered well for all to see
The light which I bleed
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