We are the synthom, the final pretender!
Take these words and cut deep, lacerate the soiled flesh.
Impace the brittle bone and we'll bleed together.

Let this be my color of life, you can't deny you sharpen the knife.
And you can't decide all the way you come back home.
You cannot lie cos my hand does know how to speak.
Pen for a knife, dusk until dawn clouded by past, until I'm found.


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