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Music: Henriksson, Johansson, Sundin
Words: Sundin
Tongues, lost in meyours be the sharp and the vile
Glide neath my skinstorm through my nerves
I bury the normal yearshours in the earthcouldn't exorcise these searing, peaking tongues
Immune you sayyet venom strikes in strangest guisesas the viper in our eyes
Tongue, throat, tongueslayer of the word and stealer of vision
A monumental reign of terrorsthroats slit up to stain the target
We're food for the hounds of trauma,prey to the crows of stress
No power left to retrieve my stolen languagefiltered through the illiterate fingers of death
Flieslet sickness be pouredfrom the cupped hands of bedlam
On account of their brightness
I made friends with the word and the moonwent with the tide and left for the soundof dead instruments thrown out of tune
The red square patterns, dragonrise andevenclawdecaying from pandemonic symmetry
Let ringa dissonant note in the music of the spheresthe streak of promise in the nuclear sky
These whipping black tonguesaching to lick me back to lifeto inject their thruts within me
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