Bcx

I recite a passage written tossed and lost in time
I don't give a damn about you sleeping at night
I stay up for hours burning herbs and burning skin
Chanting, scribing manuscripts on using whats within

Through its name and its kind
And you still think it vile
Through its name and its kind
And I will find the right

Born, abandoned, filed. Leave me on my own
Empty affirmation from the lies that I've been sold
We could burn a candle, we could dance until the dawn
We could tear a hole and be a part of the beyond
I receive a message from the voices I invite
I dress me in black because I know thats what they like

Through its age and its blight
And you still think we might
Through its name and its kind
And you still think it vile
Through its age and its blight
And we will try to fight

Limb still felt but not there
Reaches out. Touches air
And what comes from resolve
Born from pain, cutting off?



Credits
Writer(s): Sleeping Witch & Saturn
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