.Latched to this life like a death-grip
Weâre satisfied with the mundane and keeping out of sight
But still we are young
Iâll stare the angels down,
keep them in the back room,
shut the door and let go
Now we stare at the grave cold and paralyzed
Pushing daisies while we sti.
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