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there's a monster at the bottom of your cold, cold heart

and she drinks all the blood in your veins

until all that is left are the hardest parts

you're the stone on your own soul's grave

what kind of stone casts its curses at the sky?

there was a time that you cried hallelujah by and by

now you cower in the corners of your mind

i bid, come down from your horse up in the sky

no one else can do right in your condescending eyes

yet when you fail you claim there's no such thing as right