My heart is dead and so are you
And it pulses through, the desire to change
The desire to deconstruct all of my past failings
*But where to begin because when you live in sin?*
It's hard to look at saints without them
Reflecting their jet black auras back on you
And all I have is hope, my inner burn's not fading
I'll wipe the blood from my cheek and get
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