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My hand asleep for hours
Waiting for the needles to begin
I have no control
They proceed to penetrate my skin
Acting as your slave i drink for amber waves
I never have embraced
Acting as your slave i drink an open grave
An epitaph defaced
Killing with compassion
She hasn't heard a word that i have said
Swallowing your passion
I can see a thousand miles ahead
Acting as your slave i drink for barricades
That i have often raised
Acting as your slave i numb my head and rave
Of epitaphs defaced
Acting as your slave i drink while she forgave
With trials left unfaced
Acting as your slave i stumble to her grave
An epitaph defaced
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