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Vicarious Atonement Mars - VoltaThe

Don't you pretend

That I'm not alive

My bones never ache

Unless she's nearby

Where is your face

In a safe of dead tongues

I can see your reflection

In your totem first born

I suspect

You've been carrying a pack of wolves

I regret

Not killing you while I had the chance

Maybe I will always haunt you

Mark the somnolence with truth

Better hang your dead palace

Than have a living home to lose

In the river ganges God damns my name

Don't let these hands

Sharpen your eyes

A rasp of tails

Sharpen your eyes

Don't let these hands

Sharpen your eyes

Don't let these hands

Sharpen your eyes

Don't let these hands

Sharpen your eyes

Don't let these hands

Sharpen your eyes

Don't let these hands

Sharpen your eyes