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Waking in the fold

Broken bottles shaped inside a mold

I’m told, I’m told

 

Burning in the blood

Tortured by the coming of the flood

I was, I was

 

This is not alright

This is not your fight

I don’t want to know your mind, do you?

Don’t you think the rest of us are blind?

 

Holding up your faith

Careless as you lead us to the grave

I wait, I wait

 

Promises the weak

Sheltered in the promises you keep

You keep, you keep

 

I won’t let you go

I’ll hold you close

Write off, write off