This is where silence runs ist course
And sadness wipes ist eyes upon us
We fall from a structure built on troubled minds
My world becomes iron and grows as cold as winter
Soldiers in uniforms of nudity march over open hearts
Sweetly and sickly scented by roses
And your world is crushing like those flowers
By scripts written into your skin with the ink of thorns
Ashen faces sink into silence
All lonesome trends brush shoulders
All of last nights degradation
Builds foundations on us both.
Writer(s): Charlotte Clark Anne, Virginia Alice Astley
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