Regal Murk - Holy Break Lights

Make with the holy break lights and owing to false rooms whereby sight
Or some wraiths recompense come through
I'll do without the slight of hand if you might abandon it
Bound to the breach, some heathen moon replies, 'just take your time'
An idleness seeps rarely from the wound, oh how i felt their eyes upon us
The lord or just his spies in congress, emptying out your heart is not a crime
You can lose bottles of blood and be fine, seems like you die but
Just don't look inside where it should be, carry on insouciantly
Emptying out your heart is not a crime, you can lose bottles of blood and be fine

Written by:
Zachary Schwartz

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