Music and Lyrics by E. Tenenbaum
tongue tied carefully quiet takes the blame break the mirror fate calling out your name stolen whispers as i caress
the call misplaced empathy i don't care at all
cold and coarse contempt world it bends for you clockworld
tremors slide wish you had a clue fist full dying rage swallowed like my pride comes to color sore just like a waking
eye
my thoughts aimed contain
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