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Sharp-Tongued Urgency

Slash your might and seal your fate
I know enough to make you hate
Gotta get’em down before they slip away
Saving what we’ve wasted for another day

And you feel me burn
And you feel me run
And you feel me cry
And you feel me die
And you feel

Bleeding away so much hope
Making it so you can’t even cope
But what is left is nothing more
I feed you, you whore

This used to be a happy place
This used to be a happy place
This used to be a happy place
Till I made you hurt

Crumble and rot your every dream
I told you what we never mean
Lies in disguise burn your eyes
Why we still try to fly

And I feel you burn
And I hope you run
And I wish you’d cry
And I make you die
And I . . .

Fuck you.