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Southern Swans (Of Pestilence)

from Clockwork, Creatures by Greaver

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I want to take back every fucking thing I said. Emotions that I felt, the ones I thought that we shared. I want to take back every fucking thing I said. I want it all back (I want it all back) So I cast myself into the past in hopes to find that distant path. Was I hung up on or hung by the southern swans? I gave myself to the other side. This is the end of you and I. These southern swans will be the death of me. I can't carry myself. I will bury myself (regret). I can't carry myself. No chance of leaving this hell. (I've been trying to convince myself that you were the one for me but I've been mislead by those misleading words you speak. The lies that spill from your mouth drip down into the well of my doubt. And I know now that I don't care for you. You're not worth thinking about.) (Stranded) Who cares about what we had? (Damn this) You're dead to me (You're dead). Who gives a fuck about the things we said? I can't forgive you. I won't forgive you. I can't forgive you. Venomous knife in my rib cage I'm tearing you out. Once and for all.

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from Clockwork, Creatures, released August 23, 2013

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