As my hands both tremble.
While tracing the wound.
She lays there like shrapnel
begging to be my tomb...
And so we rode... the waves back home.
Schemes set forth by a covenant
of hounds in the upper level of hell
A true angel of mercy will...
Spread her legs before...
Before her wings...
And as we collide like,
Like planets I can taste.
I can taste the shards of glass
She calls her tongue...
And so we rode... the waves back home.
Schemes set forth by a covenant
of hounds in the upper level of hell
A true angel of mercy will...
Spread her legs before...
Before her wings...
And sometimes...
The dragon junkies chase...
Is more flesh than chemical.

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