This fractured mind
From injured times
Bled through the lines
Like poison to the vine
Like poison to the vine
Avert your eyes
As darkness shines
Like beacons in the night
Like beacons in the night
The frantic haste
To torch the pain
This scarlet phase
So etched into the grain
So etched into the grain
This hardened clay
So hard to taste
The bitterness remains
The bitterness remains
You never saw it coming
Go on keep on running

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