Clothe Of Anger!
Undress Me, For Thy Breathe Is Of Pain and Heart Is Of Looping Tears. I Hear You're Of Great Wisdom, So Tell Me..
What's So Special Between a Red and Black Heart?
I Feel Pain Is Being Planted In My Night and I'm Too Weak To Walk In This Garden Of Harvest.
I'm To Pen My Feelings Here but I Doubt I'm Right On This.
I'll Walk Gently To Sleep and I Hope To See Thy Pilot In My Dreams.
Clothe Of Anger!
Fold Me Up To Tell My Story.
For Thy Innocent Soul Knows Nothing Of What it Embrace.
May Heavens Descend For Thy Good, For Sins Eat In Me.
I Know Nothing Of Hope, For Ye is a Grain Of Sand To Fetch.
I Know Thy Maker Hears Me.
And Thee Is Of No Smile To Put On thy Face.
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