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Empty Hands

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Empty Hands


You can't be spared from hell's routine
Beneath my feet into the ground
In life you wallow with indifference
In death you shall not make a sound
Downward they fall in the ash
Breathe it in till it blackens their lungs
The curse
The marks they adorn
May it all get worse until your dying day

You will return with empty hands if you return at all

Can't carry all you've stolen from me
Got taken in vain so may the torment never stop

Our ill-fated dreams
Open doors to nowhere that I haven't been
In the scene
The gnashing of my teeth
The fiddling of insanity
Now what's become of you
Is lurking under me

Sulk in sorrow
Now you're losing sleep
May the reaper greet you suddenly
All the eyes are harrowing
Look away, look the fuck away

You're losing me
The terror's on repeat
You'd die to never be
Forgotten

You can't be spared from hell's routine
Beneath my feet into the ground
In life you wallow with indifference
In death you shall not make a sound

Empty hands
Breathe
Can't take it with you
Compositor: Jordan Fish / Poppy / Stephen Harrison

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