Crows coming in a slow motion and in packs
I bow before the coming of the motionless
Low strung and armed with venom
We will be the last of the pack
Save yourself
You'll come in last come in last place
The solidarity of the smiling ones
Pull yourself together you're the chosen one
You're a Saint
How can gods be so convicting
Why does this always happen to me
Can't you see your the victim of poisoning
I'll be gone before dawn
A violent friendship is the cause of this
That cause should be hung by the throat
And told over and over and over
She will never be right she will be the Queen
You're a Saint
You're a lamb
I will take fire in my chest for this

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