Die. dreaming heart.
Scorn is the measure of the sky.
One hundred raging rivers across.
Berate the new sun. grief is the depth.
Hatred the height.
Scorn is the measure of the sky.
One hundred raging rivers across.
Berate the new sun. grief is the depth.
Hatred the height.
Lie down for a while.
(we'll burn your tongue.)
Hold the light in your arms.
(we'll cut out your eyes.)
Fear not, we'll hold you up here.
Beneath the dirt.
The hungry millions
Scream for blood.
We all hope you die awake.
Here - have the last of your foul
Grace. raping the blue sky.
Die. dreaming heart.
Shattered awake. day without dawn.
I have the knife for your back.
Let me put it in. savor the sickness -
Death would be too kind.
Here is the cleansing fire come.
Burning your life out.
I dream only of this.
Your heart, silent and cold.
Lie down for a while.
(we'll burn your tongue.)
Hold the light in your arms.
(we'll cut out your eyes.)
Fear not, we'll hold you up here.
Beneath the dirt.
Lie down and die.
Die. dreaming heart.
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