Red hot ashes
They sleep by my left
Slit open tongues
Their testimony is tomorrow
Plain speaking mirrors
They oil my anger
Chances, chances and chances
They out my winter
I hold their teeth
And they hold my hands
All for me;
They told a lie
They sleep by my left
Slit open tongues
Their testimony is tomorrow
Plain speaking mirrors
They oil my anger
Chances, chances and chances
They out my winter
I hold their teeth
And they hold my hands
All for me;
They told a lie
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