Wish you can read my mind and heart
Its red fonts bleeding in white
Its rare songs screaming at night
If you wield a gun, shoot me on sight
It cannot be read I know
For only the real hearts know
Decode if you can
I am freezing in an icy hand
Watch me in fade away dawn
Watch me sniff the box young
Watch me say goodbye in my handwritten dirge
And drop silently from the smooth jagged edge
Swing at me, passing in my great palanquin of thoughts
And I shall stand bowing, showing you necklace of desolation
I dream on, O I dream on...
Wishing you will complete their first pages in six three morns
Wish you can read my mind and heart
Its rare fonts vanishing in dust
Its weird songs screaming at dusk
If you wield a bomb, kill me with a blast
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