A powerless worm ends itself with a smile
A beaver digs up tadpoles, they take to the sky
A leech holds the reddest sun
I am flesh, bloodless, silvered, and sick for the stars
I suffer my high and let the revulsion rot inside
I suffer my high and let the revulsion rot inside
Crawling through my bloodlines into
Bloodlines through my self-appreciating
Let be the kind that pushes you to your dreams
Or the cold, calming palms with their impatient feet
Will it be the kind that pushes you to your dreams
Or the regret you grasp when the rapture's believed?
A weak, blackened worm's mind
Digs up into a common channel
A selfish, honest sun
A guardian in nothing more than the cities
Greediness, talent, and faith
Foolish greed and respect
Two wounds that will ever sink you
My eyes are violence
The pathless trample at the road in the end
Let be the kind that pushes you to your dreams
Or the cold, calming palms with their impatient feet
Will it be the kind that pushes you to your dreams
Or the regret you grasp when the rapture's believed?
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