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A late night crow
Finding a way into my ear
Telling stories of all the things that I don't want to hear
Pondering
All the lies, broken up, down the way
Reminding my teeth of the feeling of flesh inbetween
And I can't contain

To my eyes
Chisled in the morning dew
Both coming clean
Wasted and coming through
The words hurt my teeth
Like sillouettes of spoken words
Off an old ripped up parchment
And I cannot breathe

And as the years roll by
Scripts written in sand
Standing out until the tide comes in
The past unfolds
Stories to be told
This house a home
Built upon broken glass and mold

I remember all the nooks and crannies
That led me to that place
It's always one thing right after the other
With the ghost that move within the walls

This house, a home

And now I know everything

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from Other Masquerades / Blisshead, released October 7, 2015

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