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The scent of my hands is familiar
To fosterly men in their coats
Who guard not their spirits from fire
Fire, fire, fire, fire
Who speak with some tenderly coax
The tinge of my eyes is familiar
To fosterly men in their coats
Who fiend close, close, close
To their closely homes
And ruminate the walls up with ghosts
Ears ringing, teeth clicking
Ears ringing, teeth clicking
Ears ears ears ringing, teeth clicking
Ears ringing, teeth clicking (x3)
To fosterly men in their coats
Who guard not their spirits from fire
Fire, fire, fire, fire
Who speak with some tenderly coax
The tinge of my eyes is familiar
To fosterly men in their coats
Who fiend close, close, close
To their closely homes
And ruminate the walls up with ghosts
Ears ringing, teeth clicking
Ears ringing, teeth clicking
Ears ears ears ringing, teeth clicking
Ears ringing, teeth clicking (x3)
Ears ears ringing
The air is familiar the sound is not still
Dead voices cover their moats
They fill the cloth totes with
The rustles of earth
And the crying, detritioning bones
The dust off my knuckles familiar
To culminated piles, to culminated piles of bones
That shift when the earth quakes
And trembles, trembles
And quarries men up to their,
And quarries men up to their thrones
The scent of my skin is familiar
To fosterly men in their coats
Who guard not their spirits from fire
The air is familiar the sound is not still
Dead voices cover their moats
They fill the cloth totes with
The rustles of earth
And the crying, detritioning bones
The dust off my knuckles familiar
To culminated piles, to culminated piles of bones
That shift when the earth quakes
And trembles, trembles
And quarries men up to their,
And quarries men up to their thrones
The scent of my skin is familiar
To fosterly men in their coats
Who guard not their spirits from fire
Fire, fire, fire, fire
Who speak with some tenderly coax
The air is familiar the sound is not still
Dead voices cover their moats
They fill the cloth totes with
The rustles of earth
And ladies that they have ungirthed
Ears ringing, teeth clicking (x4)
Ears ears ring
Who speak with some tenderly coax
The air is familiar the sound is not still
Dead voices cover their moats
They fill the cloth totes with
The rustles of earth
And ladies that they have ungirthed
Ears ringing, teeth clicking (x4)
Ears ears ring
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