Virtuous Hand
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Here falls the pain, the rejections I swallow.

Virtuous Hand

This place,

This place, This prison,

This place, This prison, That of impudent crimson.

Such greedy a grip,

Such greedy a grip, Taking each moment of mirth.

Such greedy a grip, Taking each moment of mirth. Above theft of the artist,

Such greedy a grip, Taking each moment of mirth. Above theft of the artist, Is their theft of all worth.

Rawness of flesh

Rawness of flesh Under tightening ropes.

Rawness of flesh Under tightening ropes. Torment too much,

Rawness of flesh Under tightening ropes. Torment too much, I had to let go.

Set free of such dreams,

Set free of such dreams, Still fresh in my mind.

Set free of such dreams, Still fresh in my mind. Since they'd broken my strength,

Set free of such dreams, Still fresh in my mind. Since they'd broken my strength, Every shred they could find.

Why expect me to shimmer, in a sky full of stars?

Why expect me to shimmer, in a sky full of stars? Dismissable dust without much a cause.

Why expect me to shimmer, in a sky full of stars? Dismissable dust without much a cause. Why, when all I am is exactly this?

Why expect me to shimmer, in a sky full of stars? Dismissable dust without much a cause. Why, when all I am is exactly this? Where they all but stare through my body of mist?

The night sky so bright

The night sky so bright Constellations abound

The night sky so bright Constellations abound Swimming in darkness

The night sky so bright Constellations abound Swimming in darkness Yet here, I have drowned.

Not once did they dim?

Not once did they dim? Swallowed by what might await?

Not once did they dim? Swallowed by what might await? No...

Not once did they dim? Swallowed by what might await? No... stars mustn't worry about the darkness of space

When the Upper Hand

When the Upper Hand had chosen our fate.

When the Upper Hand had chosen our fate. Not a barren spot remained,

When the Upper Hand had chosen our fate. Not a barren spot remained, yet I was replaced.

So here falls the pain,

So here falls the pain, the rejections I swallow

So here falls the pain, the rejections I swallow Here's my abandon,

So here falls the pain, the rejections I swallow. Here's my abandon, and my soul now scraped hollow.

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