I suggest you take time from your war
Donīt make prisoners, just kill me straight off
You donīt even see I donīt want to fight
But donīt wait for me to strike back
This wound is too big to cover
Iīm sure I drown in the void
Of the days you left behind
Of the games you left without rules
Of all of the nights that now pile up
In the space you left behind
And in your absence, my senses
Turn fearful, turn quick
They see everything, anything, too much, not enough
Not enough
And in your absence, my senses
Turn fearful, turn quick
They see everything, anything, too much, not enough
I suggest you come back to this cemetery
I pile up all the bones you broke in me
Bring a flower and sweep all the ashes
Take the frames that still hang from the wall
And in your absence, my senses
Turn fearful, turn quick
They see everything, anything, too much, not enough
No, not enough
Not enough
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