I
risked the wrist 
To
palm the nail 
I'll
kill the crow 
To
calm the sail 
As
I am tossed upon the hill 
His
sea of skulls 
Oh,
I signed her name 
Before
I was slew 
I
wore her dress 
And
wisdom too 
Still
do 
Till
death 
Till
death torn apart 
Born
from womb 
Or
work of art? 
Unsullied
So
they say 
Why
do the innocent suffer? 
Why
do the cruel ones prosper so? 
Everybody's
a critic 
With
nowhere left to go 
Wraiths,
so idle 
Dressed
in slavery chic 
In
translation 
Mere
negation you seek 
Because
stupidity 
Because
greed 
Because
monsters 
Seen
and unseen 
Oh,
they see you now 
Don't
mind my open throat 
It's
just my birthday ribbon 
Everyone
loves a girl gone bad 
Don't
they? 
Surely
that's a given? 
I
signed her name 
Before
I was slew 
This
is just the beginning 
You?
There
are lions in the temple 
Lights
beneath the bed 
Ghosts
among the boundary-stones 
Living
in your head 
In
your head 
In
your fucking head 
A
murder of crows 
A
ruined, bleeding nest 
An
ocean like mirrored glass 
A
holocaust at rest 
We
stand for something more 
I'll
kill the thorn 
For
Love

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