Stillhaven
Miscellaneous
silver butterfly
swing of the silver butterfly
all honesty brutally seeps through
and thoughts flow without resistance off your tongue
the thought of you gone puts a blade to my neck
nothing real ever makes it far enough to matter
we'll reel them in as our friends
we'll carry out our demands
we'll stab their necks like they stabbed our backs
and now we're alone to find our way back home
the thought of you gone puts a blade to my neck
nothing real ever makes it far enough to matter

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