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This frame... it does nothing to soothe
Thoughts of worst-case seep through its fiber
This frame... ignites every step
Engulf the shadows it creates
Smash, ignite
Destroy the creeping eyes
Hang the rope
Destroy this weakened frame
Two eyes lock onto my pulse
Love comes crashing on my conscience
Change my focus
Lift my spirit...
Boy
Change my focus
You are my spirit
Boy
The crimson moon shines down
Hold your tongue, let me speak
There's more to this than it may seem
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