Without Grief
Mumakil
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Let me grab your hand and help you to sink,
Deep down in the mud, you may begin to think
I don't need you anymore,
But watching you die may be instructive.
The world doesn't want anymore saints,
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I'm a vulture betting on your pain,
Smashing this fake hope,
Fear in your eyes is getting me high.