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Bury Your Dead House Of Straw

cower at his hands, just to prove he can You say he lost his heart that night (he never had) he never had one anyway You say your drinking starts the

kill Seeking nothing but selfish gain, filling your pockets, again and again. Selling your soul, taking you fill. Grasping at straws, feeding your own will. Killing your conscience, empty, bereft. Losing your