Last time I saw you
Piecing yourself together
Spinning out your circles
Tasting cold dead weather
Bound by your devices
Breaking to be free
Burn another drop of blood
The free can never be
Blurring in and out
Knock another back
Sedation of the soul
Never looking back
Bottle's almost empty
Desperate need refill
Grit between your teeth
This is why she kills
Needles trace your outline
Horizon bound nowhere
Running low in desert wind
Like you were never there
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