Empty Hands

Poppy

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    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

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    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

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