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When Was The Last Time We Painted Over Blood...

City of Caterpillars

Locked in a room like a tomb
To fall from bed to sickness
And no one to witness this mess I'm left with

And you thought this moment was just a tickle in your throat
An itch on the roof of your mouth
So cut off the ear and laugh like a smile

(Are you here) Is this the way all stories end?
(Believe me dear) I'd rather swallow tassles than tacks

My ideas are crucified on this cross, so thin and loose
But these nails are slowly slipping through the boards
This gauze is stopping blood
This gauze is soaked twice through, leaving us stained
This gauze is stopping blood
This gauze is soaked twice through, leaving us stained