deadflesh-beatingheart

[deadflesh-beatingheart]

hey you there, little red thing

we haven’t seen you in a while

hey little red thing

the people miss your style

there’s a room down the hall that is empty

it’s the flesh of the void that you left

you left it for all to see

hey little red thing

where have you been?

hey little red thing

can you still feel?

hey little red

are you still real?

if seeing is believing

you are unbelievable

talking is reaching

you’re unreachable

hey little red thing first draft

hey little red thing

where did you go?

hey little red thing 

don’t you think its time to come home?

you left this place so, so long ago

hey little red thing

where did you go?

[deadflesh-beatingheart]

hey little red thing first draft

hey little red thing

where did you go?

hey little red thing 

don’t you think its time to come home?

you left this place so, so long ago

hey little red thing

where did you go?

[deadflesh-beatingheart]

Dead Flesh, Beating Heart. Part 1 my skin is warm, my heart is beating, my brain it keeps dreaming, yet here i lay a long gone storm, born from womb, a symbol of domb, flesh beneath is dead, decaying, not focusing on words they're saying, heart of glass, heart of ice, beating heart still inside, vessel of dead flesh

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