Bodies sinking and you resuscitate
I am your trapdoor, you’re my open gate
Sleep right through the war
Sleep and make them wait
Sleep and don’t awake
Drag me through a field, feed me to your thoughts
Never drop your shield, fight against all odds
But to you I yield and at what great cost
Bring me eternal frost
No way out
Love my sin
Hate my doubts
And the skin I’m in
Lay me down
Far from here
Never found
Disappeared
Empty remedies dried up on the floor
Take another hit to repair what was torn
Such a sweet embrace for a bitter tongue
Let my will be done
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