This path... Is red
The trees are whispering
(We're) walking on the knife-edge
I can barely see
I stand in wonder
"Into" your face
You're a hungry animal
A hungry animal
We'll bury an angel tonight
With lover's eyes
Bury our innocent hearts
And savage minds
Fresh suicide
I'm never (ever) gonna sleep so fine
Like today
(Turn to ashes)
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