Death Knows Where

Going down, your naked body quake
 the sun that eats the meadow,
 is a suicide
 Mother wound, the tilted sky we stole
 Its images will shatter,
 everything we are
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 All to nothing
 We yearn
 wounded in postures of birth
 Going down, crying in our sleep
 as we implore the border,
 for the things we fear
 Tender hands, caress your shivering back
 The truth you bear will murder, everything
 you are
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 All to nothing
 We yearn
 wounded in postures of birth
 All to nothing, we yearn
 Wounded in masks
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 Breathing blood
 You're running down my legs
 The scars I bear shall witness
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 Amidst the brooding trail
 
 All to nothing
 We yearn
 wounded in postures of birth
 All to nothing, we yearn
 wounded in masks