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Old Woundsspeak in tongues and innuendossince there's no turning back weaponise your grief so cryptically and turn my whole world black I held no hands but I held oaths for which you never cared now I'm wondering how a knowing grin could have you running scared I saw past the shapes and flashing lights I wasn't bothered by the gore so spit your venom and slit your wrists it doesn't mean anything anymore you pried it all from my cold dead grasp in such a heartfelt theft I feel so jaded; hollow; black there's nothing fucking left YOUNG BRIDE NEW GROOM FRESH BLOOD OLD WOUNDS YOUNG BRIDE NEW GROOM FRESH BLOOD OLD WOUNDS |