I'm still stitching up the stabs you left, weaving in
and out slowly.
I grow accustomed to the piercing flesh, and find evil
in the holy.
And still, I see the line between the stars, your
scars, and mine.
And as this coarse thread pulls, I feel the veins of
the frozen.
Stay in coma. It's the only defense we have left.
A bad decision leaves me open and I'm left here
shuttered for days.
If I could replay the words we said, I'd see you all
amazed.
And still it's not enough – save yourself and demonize
us.
And as your curtain draws, they see the tears of the
fallen.
Stay in coma. It's the only defense we have left.
I'm not taking the fall for a spineless puppet.
You play quiet, and I won't fight it.
Stay in coma. It's the only defense we have left.
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