Sing of the wrath
That, once aroused,
Will cause unutterable pain
'cause when you tossed and turned
Your heart got numb
Hope you run
Too soon
And when in flight
Terror behind
Sing of your strange an curing tour
You will know
You tried too hard my friend
When the curbstone
Broke your jaw again
I hope you run
I hope you run
Too soon
All there is, is made of iron and tin
And will all just turn to dust again
Too soon

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