Your hands will need guiding
over this frozen heart of mine
Can you see it's blisters
from where it's been worn all the time?
Time is no boundary dear
it's only come and gone
and you will see me there
shining in the great beyond
sentences that were far too dear
make up this bankrupt song
And the hundredth high
will be the guiding light
to desperate deserts where there is no night
what I can see them writing
in those hand-written notes I find
I am shocked and saddened
by the guilt of these crimes
Love is a temporal thing
it's only come and gone
leave your gods out on the streets
and step into the great beyond
sentences that didn't cost a thing
make up those wealthy songs
And the hundredth high
takes you away tonight
tomorrows desperate deserts
roll on out of sight
Into the brightness of Tartarus
out from the More of Hel
as their skin was boiling
my heart began to melt.
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