Severed Ties and Lost Tongues Iii
Don;t cry my darling
It will be over soon
Just let me free from this home
The recipiants of my wrath will regret so much
To the point they wish them dead
For you...I'll kill anything
Cut the throats of infants unborn to the knowledge
Stomp the faces of the wrong ones who pentetrated you in any way
The blood machine runs dry with no oil or thirst at all
It yet longs for a home to sleep and a shoulder to cry
And now, that it's got it, it has no way to use it
For you...I'd do anything
Just to hear words spill form you lips and tongue
"I love you too"
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