The Devils Got My Tongue
The devils got my tongue,
Slithering on your false tears,
Which hold no sorrows
As pale skin to pale skin
Crackles and crackles,
Under the shadow of a blooded tree.
The devils got my tongue,
The devils got my tongue,
Preaching his sweet lies.
As my skin crackles under all the lies of a blooded tree,
Filled with sorrow.
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