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Last Journey Home
I’m brooding
My blood ruining,
Every page it runs onto.
The pain-tales are getting old
These bare, bloody hands
Have nothing left
to hold.
Can you stitch up my sins
And try to make me whole?
Come on girl, you’ve gotta leave
Before you know your home.
The world is insubstantial,
Spectral, and unknown.
There is nothing but our blood
Left to lead us on our last
journey home.
Wrapped in all the fallen leaves
And the gilded light of noon
We are empty hearted children
Longing to go home
Do you remember the long nights?
The ones we spent alone?
Our cold feet bled
Upon the ice and snow.
The journey of a million steps
Starts with the decision to go home.
The world is insubstantial,
Spectral, and unknown.
There is nothing but our blood
Left to lead us on our last
journey home.
The angels have been silenced
And to hell we all are bound
We are relentless to our visions
Let the holocausts hear us out.
Bite your lip,
Don’t make a sound.
The world ends tonight.
We are all in repose,
Dispossess the ones we owe.
Regret is vacant,
I’m the only one who knows
Can you stitch up my sins
And try to make me whole?
Come on girl, you’ve gotta leave
Before you know your home.
The world is insubstantial,
Spectral, and unknown.
There is nothing but our blood
Left to lead us
on our last journey home.
Our last journey home.
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