Southern Stars
Don't you walk alone
Under southern stars
These old woods of mine
hide many animals
Only those who fight
Are blessed to carry scars
As we block the urge
To turn to cannibals
When the lullaby don't ease the soul
And the fix don't seem to be working no more
Broken pieces of reflection on the floor
Now your outside in the cold
with tattered clothes and busted knuckles
Consume for gain
Consume to claim
Consume in vain
Consumption seems to be the only game
Deformed is life
Reborn in Flames
Something don't change
The heart is tamed When only pain remains
What we became
Far from Infallible
All Somethings tangible
All somethings flammable
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