NATIVE LYRICS

"Books On Tape"

Sunrise: the corners crackle in faint insight
Scene splice: the velvet plush of withered life
White words between the lines for those who died
Our veins whose blood was uses exemplified
Pillows rung of warm make-up
Cloud's might constricts the noose's grip

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