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My hands are cold
They have no blood to hold
The room is dark
But I can hear her laugh

My eyes, they fear
What my ears think they hear
My head, it spins
And then my love begins

No fun, no games
Just this old ball and chain
She thinks I lack
The will to cut some slack

Too young, too old
To tell what I've been told
My hands are cold
They need some blood to hold

My love is back
In the ground, in black
I stoop, she knows
Just not how deep it goes

White guilt inspects
A lacking intellect
I talk regrets
With the dying architect

Old man once said,
Dying alone in bed,
"The steeps of life
Are climbed best with a knife."

Still young, still old
Can't tell what I've been told
With my hands, cursed too cold
Soon they'll need some blood to hold

Lyrics submitted by walzjenna

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