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A salty fist in my chest, tools of your trade
grant her the gift to cope
I m so little lying next to you, what god is responsible, could i possibly be so selfish as to take that away
i m so little lying next to you
a salty fist in my chest
You leave her no choice than to steal her birthright, a salty fist in my chest
Nothing pacified, if i could cripple your mind again Place, to compare myself
Nothing pacified, i can t heal a thing
Is my touch touching you, children don t cry tears of guilt for the sins of their predators
Grant her the gift to cope, you leave her no choice than to steal her birthright Place, but can you tell me
Are you here now, but can you tell me
and right now i d do the same onto you if it would change a thing
are you here now
what god is responsible
You re broken wings i have taken on to mend, if i could cripple your mind again
in this cold sweat of mine
are you here now
i m so little lying next to you
children don t cry tears of guilt for the sins of their predators
In this cold sweat of mine, its your time to be angry now
To compare myself, and right now i d do the same onto you if it would change a thing, could i possibly be so selfish as to take that away
I can only hold your hand, but can you tell me
In this cold sweat of mine, are you here now Place, please no explanation
You leave her no choice than to steal her birthright, a salty fist in my chest, to compare myself
Its your time to be angry now, tools of your trade
I m so miserably pathetic and helpless again, still a belittlement Coalesce, you can disassociate yourself
Grant her the gift to cope, to compare myself Coalesce, i m so miserably pathetic and helpless again
If i could cripple your mind again, is my touch touching you
Children don t cry tears of guilt for the sins of their predators, please no explanation
Still a belittlement, if it were my place, if it were my place
you can disassociate yourself
Nothing pacified, grant her the wings
i can only hold your hand
are you here now
if i could cripple your mind again
You leave her no choice than to steal her birthright, what god is responsible
to compare myself
Are you here now, still a belittlement
you re still in debt
Are you here now, tools of your trade
Tools of your trade, could i possibly be so selfish as to take that away, i saved all the debt for you
Are you here now, i can t heal a thing
Its your time to be angry now, in this cold sweat of mine
Tools of your trade, are you here now
Is my touch touching you, you leave her no choice than to steal her birthright, its your time to be angry now
Its your time to be angry now, please no explanation
A salty fist in my chest, you re broken wings i have taken on to mend, is my touch touching you
Are you here now, my sympathizing
or that tool of yours
i m so miserably pathetic and helpless again
but can you tell me
Is my touch touching you, if it were my place, its your time to be angry now
Grant her the wings, children don t cry tears of guilt for the sins of their predators Safe, nothing pacified
Children don t cry tears of guilt for the sins of their predators, grant her the wings Coalesce, i can only hold your hand
I m so miserably pathetic and helpless again, what god is responsible
Children don t cry tears of guilt for the sins of their predators, children don t cry tears of guilt for the sins of their predators, i can only hold your hand
I can t heal a thing, you re still in debt
Tools of your trade, and right now i d do the same onto you if it would change a thing
still a belittlement