Last night I saw your face in the hallowed light. You were standing taller than the mountain side.
Your long hair flowed down in blues and whites. I just stood there, bathed in the quiet.
No, you say youll cut your bangs, Im calling your bluff. When you lie to me its in the small stuff.
No, you say youll cut your bangs, Im calling your bluff. When you lie to me its in the small stuff.
Now your mouth is foaming like a rabid dog, and where the river flowed is now a clouded fog.
Your teeth are gnashing louder than your monologue, and I just stood there, bathed in the quiet.
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Now the flesh is melting off of your bones. The maggots around your heart make themselves at home.
Where the river flowed I am left alone. I just stood there, bathed in the quiet.
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