It melts away the sin.
if we've conceived the secrets,
what births the dawn to this endless night?
the equinox is set--we have no innocence left to kill
divide and rule the scattered remains
it's gone down now--too insane
and i've got scars that used to be veins
so why such idle hands?
hell enlightened to pretend
why do people pity them?
and the sour thorns caught on your tongue
shot insight through my veins again.
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