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Wretched Child
03:21
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Wretched child, If you fear nothing
You’ll feel nothing she said
Oxymoronic like the land of the free
Oxymoronic like you and me
In some old town in a dream
We were all gathered round
The stars scattered like the blood spatter
On the trees surrounding us
We walked away and a forest grew
We never spoke of it again
But the clouds would follow
Rise and descend
Through the rocks of coal
Through the dirt below
Like veins sprawled across the hand
Pumping brandy of the damned
You say I should’ve been a real man
A real wheel and deal man
Picturesque house distorted by this morbid contorted
Experiment gone wrong
You wrapped yourself around me
Like you were a car and I was a tree
Through the rocks of coal
Through the earth below
Like veins sprawled across the hand
Pumping brandy of the damned
Rest assured wretched child
Rest assured wretched child
Rest assured wretched child
It’s just a sickness in your soul
Sickness in your soul
Sickness in your soul
Sickness in your soul
Sickness in your soul
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Adversarial
03:36
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Like the heart and like the home
Like the stone and like the bone
Like windows, we’re made to be broken
Like promises and dreams
Like rules and like chains
Like windows, we’re made to be broken
You say I’m not what I’m supposed to be
I say you’re not what you seem
You lied in your bed now make it
You lied in your bed now make it
Nobody cared who I was until I put on the mask
Nobody cared who I was until I broke the glass
Nobody cared who you were until you were gone
Nobody cared
Like light to the shadow
The snap of the gallows
Like how the carpet crawls and you don’t even know
Like the click of the phone
Like a sinking stone
You blink a glazed eye and there I go
Like a passing figure in a crowd
The traffic growing much too loud
Like shooting star, like a struck match
You lied in your bed now make it
Nobody cared who I was until I put on the mask
Nobody cared who I was until I broke the glass
Nobody cared who you were until you were gone
Nobody cared
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