Harshened weels keep creeping to fix your freakiest sin
Fellow's deeds, shallow creeps
You follow the healing
But it's all false and it's all dripping
A hallucination that stuck under your skin, a delusion
And it's all healing, it's all healing
The beat and the heating of your body
The protection and the freezing of your sadness
you follow the empathic
in your dirty hands you hold nothing
A disarmed memory that tries to get out something
But pour and spill your drink, this is healing
Disarm your weapons, they are wooden and they are plastic
They are made of glass and their stained sound is fantastic
You are sick sarcastic
You have to wash your hands and then forget the sin
Before the devil decides to catch you in your sleep
Because then, you will have destroyed healing, healing
Soon, you can feel infected
Soon, the venom can have taken over your noble blood
Soon it can all get bad
Soon, healing gets so sad
Soon, a beast you have to stare at your back
Soon, healing gets so bad
Soon, healing gets so mad
At you
For the things you grabbed and burned through
You stabbed her thinner spot, now it's all yours
Her tears, the disappointed sigh of healing
Gets to your unharmed soul, gets to your heroic control
You had it all!
With an inch of lessened trying
You had it all….
You had amelioration to your pocket
So easy, you could fly to the infinite like a disposed rocket
You are disarmed
For the wheel now have crashed your hero's body
For, your weapons now are stronger than you
For your sin has despised you like a bitter buddy
And the venom, oh god, is getting bored of your tasteless blood
For you precious fighter
You hurt the healing
You hurt her deepest feeling…
The trust in you.
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