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Christ on the cross as it's illustrated.
I'm body soft and disintegrated.
I'm in this self half-illuminated.
I'm on the call but it's distant and faded.

I myself I'm the robber denied.
I chased all I lost down to spiraling silence.
I'm on your side it's just so hard to see you.
I'm on the side of the ghost and the needle.

It's the choice in my hand,
the suicide or the slaughtered lamb.
When it's so full of tricks,
I'll be toasting the gold lights of life.

The trail is cold and hard,
the course of the light of the child.
A slow messenger,
I'm in charge of the coal and the fire.

White noise calling on a sudden deluge.
I'm chased out of breath trying to come back to you.
I'm in arrest of the subtle hues.
Oh, I'm in this self-sick solitude.

The sky's fallen soft to the silence renewed.
I erased all the tops from the tall city view.
I'm in the flesh of the hungering few.
Oh, I'm on the call trying to get back to you.

It's the choice in my hand,
the suicide or the slaughtered lamb.
When it's so full of tricks,
I'll be toasting the gold lights of life.
The trail is cold and hard,
the course of the light of the child.
A slow messenger,
I'm in charge of the coal and the fire.

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