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OF GRAVES AND GODS
SLIT THROAT ANDROMEDA |
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In Our Dying Ashes
Love is life without regrets, love is life without regrets
Love is without regrets, live life with no regrets
A thousand years a distal suffering, suffering buildings crumble into ash of art
The tongue across your stomach, we lie alone in our dying ashes
You are more to me then life itself, the state of beauty I'll never have
Our dreams together are senseless, we will die alone in our embrace
A thousand years, we will suffer, I will never have you
& as the streets lay, wet your soul will strive
You search for insult in compassion (this burning lasts)
You search for insult in everything in our dying ashes
Sin for the saint, I will never have you
A thousand years, a distal suffering (our noble scars) forever away
(I will never have you) Destined to extinguish (& your noble scars)
Death is strength, lost in this embrace in our dying ashes, a thousand years I will never have you
You search for insult in compassion & die with the sick
Silent assault (distal suffering) of the crypts forever away & now destined to extinguish
Searching for something, destined to extinguish, love is life without regret
Buildings crumble into ash of art, there is nothing here for us
Pushing for a state that we can't possibly manage, pushing for something we can't have
We will die in our embrace & forever lay in our dying ashes
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