Paint coats the walls with the blood of us all.
Cut. Cut the cloth. Make a mask to hide the loss.
Always a word. Always a lie. Always a smile. Always a cry.
Eyes. Eyes that lie taken from heads of a prize.
Words. Words you spit we've had enough of it.
So cry
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