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my bed reeks of death
pulling me out
of a sleep that never lasts

I know the drill as my vapor fills her room
melt the ice, put out the fire

"You're like my mom if she was bottled"
so I take the role and roll with it

vultures circle overhead
spotting where you lie
on a floor painted red
I shoo the evil black away

wrap my shirt around your wound
your fresh blood soaked on my sleeve

my song faintly whispers on loop
you play it for your own comfort
I'll flinch hearing it from now on
sacrifices must be made

sleep in my arms little sister
I'll wake you up
when the sun is here
gripping your fragile weeping body
my radar is on again
eyes wide open
watch out for the fox sniffing my bunny

we're doomed in a cycle of death you and I
I'll watch my birdie let go and fly
and I'll keep my head up,
my arms wide open
to catch the little thing
as she falls down again