Old Monster's Remorse
Psychosomatic memories
Sweating in Indian summer
Burying bones wrapped in a golden locket
And the dirt does ruin its shine
Just as a heatwave burns autumnal beauty
And it's so very shameful
That I let my hate conquer you
I wish I had the courage
To let my heart bleed with you
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