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How do you cross?
My compulsions aren't fed
It's in my blood
And it leaks everywhere
And I'm aware,
But I forget
And yeah that hunger
It leaks in my head
Never forget, never forget
To dead friends that you'll never forget
To the lost, to the lost
Our shadows are crossed
Like a sigil of swords
And our knees are sore
This Slavic blood, puts me in the deep
This Slavic blood, puts me in the deep
Never forget, never forget
To dead friends that you'll never forget
Compulsions take us away from God
Equal parts to the loving lost
It puts us right where we belong
It makes us numbers
It makes us numbers.
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