Every thought you have sleeps in your blood.
Rational, coagulated states of living.
And every time you swallow world and mud,
I feel like I’m getting away with stealing.
Every secret you keep prays for a flood.
Broken gates with intense fear of pain.
And every time you taste the blood,
You annihilate the human strain.

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