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(a) God.
by Jadwiga
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I've cut my name into the hilt of this blade
Hidden under my kilt
I'll soften the blow with well-meant cruelness
I'll soften the blade on your ligaments
I've carved my name into your leg
The land it knows from word of mouth
I'll soften the blow with well-meant cruelness
I'll soften the blade on your ligaments
I've made a frame, but you don't fit it
I'm not to blame; its your consciousness
I'll soften the blow with well-meant cruelness
I'll soften the blade on your ligaments
It's cold down here
I'd know, I made it
It's becoming clear
That you don't belong naked
I'm beating a horse thats been dead too long
You're running your course, please crash head-on
I'll soften the blow with well-meant cruelness
I'll soften the blade on your ligaments
I've made a frame, but you don't fit it
I'm not to blame; its your consciousness
It's cold down here
I'd know, I made it
It's becoming clear
That you don't belong naked
I've cut my name into the hilt of this blade
Hidden under my kilt
I'll soften the blow with well-meant cruelness
I'll soften the blade on your ligaments
I've carved my name into your leg
The land it knows from word of mouth
I'll soften the blow with well-meant cruelness
I'll soften the blade on your ligaments
I've made a frame, but you don't fit it
I'm not to blame; its your consciousness
I'll soften the blow with well-meant cruelness
I'll soften the blade on your ligaments
It's cold down here
I'd know, I made it
It's becoming clear
That you don't belong naked
I'm beating a horse thats been dead too long
You're running your course, please crash head-on
I'll soften the blow with well-meant cruelness
I'll soften the blade on your ligaments
I've made a frame, but you don't fit it
I'm not to blame; its your consciousness
It's cold down here
I'd know, I made it
It's becoming clear
That you don't belong naked