A World Of Wicked Men by Letter To The Exiles
Oh, what a mess I've made.
What a mess these hands have made of this kingdom.
The kingdom come and gone.
This love is blasphemy
as it rises and remains in me.
I'll expel it from my waking mind,
my waking memory.
We felt a tear in the fabric, a break in the seam.
If there's a body to blame it won't be me.
Father can you see your son?
He can't see anyone...
This love is blasphemy
as it rises and remains in me.
I'll expel it from my waking mind,
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