I carve a bridge out of flesh
to the real world
I hold on to life
as if it were mine
I look in the mirror at night
he stares into my eyes
we all get dizzy
confused throats get inflamed
:;Where did the wounds on your palms come from
without the work of a rusty nail ?
Where did the wounds come from?:;
And I say once again
this was intended as our destruction
as a bad omen
as a sword in the hand of a child
Night is made of steel
wind is made of ice and water of thorns
sunken ships sail up
night is made of him
Where did they come from...

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