we carved you with our barbed border lines,
sorry does not cover the regret;
our shallow fixes merely stretch these dying times.
you melt and twist, cruel punishment for the crimes;
controlled no more, on our knees we’ve wept;
we carved you with our barbed border lines.
our slow death, stark reminders these are borrowed times;
sorry does not cover the regret;
our shallow fixes merely stretch these dying times.
you shake and drown, punishment for our crimes;
our victims are not only those who live inside our times;
we carved you with our barbed border lines.
we did not know will never cover the regret;
you melt and twist, our punishment for our crimes;
our shallow fixes merely stretch these dying times.
our veins collapse — just punishment for our crimes;
broken bodies rise; our own body count climbs;
we carved you with our barbed border lines,
our shallow fixes merely stretch these dying times.
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River and Celia in Underland
Mad-hap shenanigans, scrawlings, art and stuff ;)
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