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Don’t trust hope Don’t trust dreams Don’t trust a whisper Nor a scream Don’t feel love Don’t feel pain Don’t feel a thought For anything to gain Like a knife cutting through some siren’s song, I lock away, in the cold, waiting to be gone. And this pain that bleeds, And this heart that needs, Of a cradle of warmth to carry through the night. And this boy that grieves, And this darkness that feeds, On the isolation that comes from nary a touch. Like a shiver rippling through some banshee’s cry, I hide away, in the pain, waiting to be none. Don’t feel hope Don’t feel want Don’t feel the desire That’s eating away Don’t trust me Don’t trust not Don’t trust anything ’cept life will rot