Its not the fear of seeing new days, But it's the
fear of seeing your eyes full of august promises
and September curses And helping your hands with
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ignite and rise To dress you in flames and reel
around your ashes In cowardice speak her name tear
this writing from this page And watch me claim
this crime Bring gasoline ill do the murders