Cast out to cold,
My feelings betray integrity with heartbeats
Bring solace, break commandment, breath conscience..
My feelings betray integrity with heartbeats
Bring solace, break commandment, breath conscience..
Im running out of bottles, running out of corks.
If I could send it all over, the truth would be told (known)
Its a slow burn, its weaker now
ebbing faster than sunet on pristine ice,
its colder, its twilight.
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