There's no hold
The moving '
Has come through
The danger
Brushin you
Turns its face
Into the heat
And runs
The tunnels
Its so cold
The dark
Dug up
By dogs
The stitches
Torn and broke
The raw meat fist
You choke
Has hit
The bloodlight
Glass traps
Open and close
On night flights
Broken necks
Feather weights
Press the walls
Be my love
We will be GODS
On night flights
With
Only one promise
Only one way
To fall

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