A septant year alive, not a drop in poison’s name
I walk the streets alive, barely knowing my own name
Metamorphosis, the cut, the wreck, the blade
And in my own eyes, the light, the heat, the blaze
‘Cause there was blood on the view
And we took it and we wrote anew
Left in waiting for the marks to go away
And all the entries of the dark messes were made
‘Cause there was blood on the view
And we took it and we wrote anew
Fabric of shame and sorrow’s name
Reverse and retrace the tears on your face
You lived through, lived through, lived through
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