Senseless steps taken blindly in agony
Grasping for something for air for purity
Words just hanging there like a hook missing bait
I have no pigment to define this shape

The notes of decay
Learned from the mouth of violence
I sang them everyday
Till I became a silence
I say that I am okay
Cut edges and pretend
That I have a heart that I can mend

The hands that used to be a part of me
Were tortured by my demon's destructive needs
From pieces of ruin I will deploy
I'll construct a pretty temple to destroy

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Salt Of Stones song meanings
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