Lyrics:
Sacrificial ritual reasons Are holding into each pieces That cracks and connects to bringing that cynical, currish feels in And when jealousy comes
conceive There is a city of men and maids Prisoners of their currish and fragile past A cold wind is blowing in hidden streets As we walk alone
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