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Her thoughts were stolen 
Taken into the night
Her eyes are swollen 
Exhausted can't fight

Damn this love in fragile times
Desire is now a precarious

Slaughtered, Gutted and Heartbroken

Squeeze

Frank

1989

Slaughtered gutted and heartbroken 
With no spirit or no soul 
My emotions have been stolen 
Love has left me with this hole 
Now my heart's

Rain down
Rain love down

Our eyes are dry
Caverns without light or air
Like burial sites
Our gifts have been
Broken and stolen

Rain down 
Rain down

I'm standing on the sword of the Dragon
He can't pull it from beneath my feet
Down in the darkened cavern
In the field of blood I'll watch him bleed

sleeping eyes are idolising caverns deep
Feeling drained, too drained to give the answers
Swing, Doors shut you never see me
My reality is bleak until you

rice
Which inadvertently determines whether I
Could hold a site
Or watch it slip between my fingers
Like I had some stolen right
And only purposely

provolone
Perhaps we'll propose a toast
Calling on the President
To bring all the soldiers home
A stolen clone speaking
In swollen overtone
Sleeping

taken by the  light

Sing me a picture, paint me a sign
Touch me with your whispers and your rhyme

Aching time, a sigh upon the wind
Echos in the caverns

scratching hairy mulch
And from the mulch, dull stones
Caps bruised by his touch

"What have you stolen spirit?
Have you turned ashes to gold?
What use have

In the shadow of an unseen beast, I'm bound
A python's grip on my celiac artery, profound
Every heartbeat an echo in a cavern of pain
A razor-edged

in a cave, in a cliff overlooking the ocean
We do not know what this treasure contained, or where it came from
But what we do know…is how it was stolen

inside of the mines
A cavern of yore
Veiled in shrouds of time
It's the subterranean wreckage amidst these stolen hues
It's the red hearth that burns

It's dusk in the stone cold desert
Stolen hues, burning fuels and chemicals
Suck teeth, deep gamma
Glass fractal castle reigns
My hair's standing

steps addressed,
And after him the children pressed
Then, lo, as they reached the mountain's side,
A wondrous portal opened wide,
As if a cavern was