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SINGER: The Ghost
SONG:Gem Mint Ten
These ribs are now prison bars or a treasure chest, a lock waiting on key i found this center inside it's being torn apart by arrows pulling in all directions without control you consume me this knot of desire in a noose of doubt without control i consume you quarantine me so i will not infect my glass skin it shivers when your eyes throw looks like stones i'm taking names i'm placing the blame on the one that doesn't exist, it's all on me soldiers at war you're what i'm fighting for under friendly fire it's kinda funny how a streetlight can disect me and cut me down to size it's beauty and reason how a stranger can affect me and put this weight on my chest without control you consume me a knot of desire in a noose of doubt these imperfections we can not accecpt hold us together bind and connect
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