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Upon seas of starvation |
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Cast away and confused |
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Where no beacon can pervade the mist |
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But I have set sail to harder storms |
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The wind roars thunder |
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And whispers the word of wolves |
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Hunger Dearest vile |
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Lay your ears to the voice of the wind |
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Like a familiar stranger |
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Who has overstayed his welcome |
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I craft my doom |
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The daily world fell dead to me |
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The seas of starvation flood in my name |
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I craft my doom and burst into tears |
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A stream, an ocean, a dead-end in tears |
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The tongue used in prayer |
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Makes murder sound so sensual |
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A kiss with a searing pain |
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From a mouth that urges oceans to rise |
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The hopeless sail abandoned |
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Downwards drowning always deeper |
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In the blink of an eye swept from the sea |
