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Stone For Stone
Walking in the moonlight, on a distant shore.Black magic, black mother let me pain no more.For the time has come for me to be alone.I must be this way for you have hit me with your last stone.I dug a ditch a long ways from here, I planted some lilies there.As I dug a grave for myself out in the middle of nowhere.As I head to the darkness where light has never shown.Tears keep coming and loneliness, heartache, the scars I'll forever have.Will i ever find who I wants was? I must hide my face and you should hide yours.Darkness is among us now.I don't hear a sound.Lord please forgive me as I'm about to sin.l asked you not to throw stones at me.That means you offered me pain.You are a sight for sore eyes.Darkness of evil has opened inside me.Broken bones with all the pain, Nightmares there's not a worse feeling to wake up and not have your memory.Someone else to feed you clean you.Screaming over and over, what the hell has happened to me.All for what? Lord only knows.iv'e always heard sticks and stones may break your bones.But you will never hurt me. We are here, this grave that i dug.Was never for me. It's for you...
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