歌词
Shield the ears of creation
Hands forever free of blood
I am the foundation on which dreams die
Predicting an imminent pain through delusions of decay
There will be no rest
Pestilence will spread on beds of nails
Reinforcing wounds
Hanging on every word
I'd rather hang myself
Shield the ears of creation,
（fault not yourself）
Hands forever free of blood,
（fear for me now）
Hanging on every word
I'd rather hang myself
(Are you there?)
"You're sick
You're sick, you need to come home
You're sick, you need to come home
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