City of Caterpillar Lyrics
When was the Last Time we Painted over the Blood on the Walls

Locked in a room like a tomb to fall from bed to
sickness and no one to witness this mess I'm left
with. And you thought this moment was just a
tickle in your throat, an itch on the roof of your
mouth. So cut off the ead and laugh like a smile.
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Are you here? Is this the way all stories end?
Believe me dear? I'd rather swallow tassles than
tacks. My ideas are crucified on this cross. So
thin and loose but these nails are slowly slipping
through the boards. This gauze is stopping blood.
This gauze is soaked twice through. Leaving us
stained.