That song is too much.
Its thin sound stabs in places
The living can't touch.
Rhythm hypnotizes, commands
I cherish the mortal regret
For the one real thing
I should have done,
But it's too late.
Take your hands away.
You'll never understand.
Its thin sound stabs in places
The living can't touch.
Rhythm hypnotizes, commands
I cherish the mortal regret
For the one real thing
I should have done,
But it's too late.
Take your hands away.
You'll never understand.
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