Year of Our Lord The Divine Poison Letras:
Tear yourself from me, I'll still be waiting here
with sharp steel cuts covering my hands. My blood
once ran warm. You burned me at the stake and left
me dead upon the shores of broken dreams. You
burned me long ago, and there's nothing left but
memories now. That's when nerves go numb and
spines turn into shards of glass. Algorithmic
death, diastolic murder comes with every choking
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laugh and every glares. My intravenous death is
all you left for me to bury with the broken
picture frames. You burned me long ago, and
there1s nothing left but memories now. That's when
nerves go numb and spines turn into shards of
glass. Tear yourself from me, I'll still be
waiting here with sharp steel cuts covering my
hands. My blood once ran warm. You burned me at
the stake and left me dead upon the shores of
broken dreams. You burned me long ago, and there's
nothing left but memories now. That's when nerves
go numb and spines turn into shards of glass.
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