Dear friend
Just ask how
I'd like to see us crumble back

To face ourselves
To face our trust

You'd never know
This repulsion
To rip apart that leg on the pedal

(To have) thousand knives sticking out
From my heart

My soul's been pierced
Like rock's been cut hollow.

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