.[Verse]
Crows picking out the eyes of a decaying corpse right next to an abandon church
Shallow unmarked graves are stepped on for thousands of years this land is curse
I tighten up and try to close my eyelids
But the sky's lit with different shades of violet
I hear him brea.
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