Knifeworld
no more dying
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Broken hands, swollen tongue,
That wonât grow back majestic.
All my plans have come undone,
Stood here, Iâm not listening.
Iâm not listening.
All my friends, one by one,
Severed their correspondence.
Like an ending, on and on,
Squandered hard on dependance.
Iâm not listening.
There is no more dying,
There are no more dying,
There is no more dying,
No more than you think.
Golden hands, marble tongue,
Snakeskin ass, porcelain lung.
Iâm still not listening.
Iâm just another repeat of myself, yeah.
There is no more dying,
There are no more dying,
There is no more dying,
No more than you think.