Here's To
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We’re borne from all your hate
We’re sitting in the bath tub
Bleeding out our fate
A broken razor and shattered blade
A cursed soul ghosting
In an abandoned glade
A lost meadow we shall find
Flowers of death we leave behind
From the dark night of fears
To the broken light of
Shattered Tears
Your heart is made of stone,
Your dead and decaying alone
Your wrists are bathed in red
And your voice is dead
Heres to the nights borne of hate
Heres to the wretched beings of fate
Heres to those that die alone
Heres to those that find a way to turn to stone
Heres to those that cower in fear
Heres to those that shed a bloody tear