Black Cure
No Mere Machine
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I'm not here to preach Not here to teach Not sure I'm here for anything In the slaughterhouse of doom There's a room for you Kept by a god who's sick of you May god rest Your weary eyes Just stay away from the heart that's mine, mine Can you guess What makes me cry I can't show what I can't hide, hide Bed ridden, sick Lay down in my pit This is my body, eat of it With this tiny life And death by our side God rest these weary eyes And as we stumble down that road Stealing words and selling our souls Therein lies the question we can't hide Will pride be a knife in the side May god rest Your weary eyes Just stay away from the heart that's mine, mine Can you guess What makes me cry I can't show what I can't hide, hide
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