Lyrics:
Shrieking Colors Bones not hard but hollow Raised by the wind Spicules in cold skin Live through my eyes and feel the balance Of a world spun on the end Look
Shrieking Colors Bones not hard but hollow Raised by the wind Spicules in cold skin Live through my eyes and feel the balance Of a world spun on the end Look
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