.[Verse 1]
Snow falls on the tip of my tongue
Tasting blood of the violence to come
Branches hangâ
lowâ
to drag andâ
reach
Crows begging a hawk for itsâ
meat
Prism dug from the bottle waves
This, the skin and the hair, you came
Cuts was made for the nerves to di.
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