There at the borders
Cold and rigid guardians dressed of no life [bad word] [bad word] in circles
Till the world stops spinning round [bad word] in circles, and the world as we know it, spins in silence)
Till remaining breathless, panting
Overwhelmed by laughter

Starry skies of stains
Ultimately sorry
Uneducated random strokes of pain
It's a chain going backwards through the veins
Must sew up this wound [bad word] away

I can feel their strength
Through crooked-lightning desert [bad word] [bad word] [bad word] the pathways
branching off through time
Two lone-wolves shared
the utmost silence of the time [bad word] [bad word] the pathways as you share
the uttermost of silence)

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